I would do my long-standing business, but there is no need for hermit witnesses! crouching ferry usages, human wrecks are moving on self-deprecating for their own benefit and they are learning to be a further guttable Being! Self-exited, re-established wild hordes tread the compromising Order on the way! The smell of burnt human flesh also makes them more annoying! Drunken, bred with great power intoxication, phlegm-chirping, pseudo-preachers would dictate the changing trend, and if it was hand in hand, it would have long since lost its conscious, preservable dignity!
 
They carry a roaring Lator cross modestly, while under others they light bonfires! Péter Pán's complex seedlings for the bohemian youth are marching around their necks with a umbilical cord rope around their necks! - In our idyllic freedom of the press, they even sublimely search our thinking brains; a couple of wandering experiments and study formations will only be able to survive if the "some" want to and the people standing around the honeycombs nod - but with lonely wolf-witnesses stuck outside the circles, what else can they do if they are stuck in further fragments, constantly sinking will they be lost?!
 
He holds us up with his back, while the ruthless Fate plays with us well; Being gives us a broken, bittersweet realization! Waves swirling await us with a mixed warning of fear! At the final frontier, the only edge is often the only luck that can be turned with crooked fingers...