I feel like it's my turn, and it's forced to the limits! Stupidity as an apocalyptic seasickness on the cheap canned canvases of raging shows! Why can everyone just be trained for objective observation?! Like a forgotten piece of stone here, we are swirling towards the vortex on the ladder of our vulnerability with helpless hands! As an arbitrary passenger stranger, I lay silent in the depths of teary eyes, in the last soft handshakes there could have been something humanly valuable worth waiting for liquidation!
 
Single-split rails, even steel ropes, become ideal suicide resting places! Stigma wounds can still only throb in the depths of my hidden heart! As a denier, I have already languished in ongoing casting auditions! Left behind by their nickname I have always had a harder time prospering! In grotesque hierarchies set on tops, even the foundations can be intentionally damaged! And he who grew up in the hinterland because of his selfish fears cannot open up to more renewable opportunities! Deterioration is already reported daily by some current Celeb couriers! The guaranteed, promised Quality idiot begins to perish as an effect; they can bark in the ancient Nihil they bezzeg!
 
Jaccudzis, Dolce's sense of controversy is overwhelmed by bomber-bikini fairies, while the omniscient intellect is churning in chewing gum instead of their hazel-sized little brains! The last zac era has been knocking on the door for a long time! Who doesn't think about it, the very first hairline crack ran through them: now we should only toast to silent prophets: "Be vigilant!" - Possibilities and touches are a bachanal madness, a small-style human essence that can be played between interests