Syrupy comedies playing in the mirrors of blindfolded eyes deliberately fill our wild instincts! A blade and murderous gazes flash orphaned, and the prodigal son also enters into voluntary hermitage, as he may resent the chatter of prophecy! I witness two servants of my destiny: I leave my knighthood and my Spirit in this way, because a catastrophe of fiery intent has settled in the human eyes, and the phlegmatic slogan of sensations, celebrity chirps simultaneously dazzle and enchant the masses of people! Soul psychosis infects in riots of masses!
 
The new, all-encompassing, five-minute fame, like the plague, targets and breaks out! And in crowded people there can never be a spark of human tact; in the mirrors of backwaters, it would still be good to discover by hiding the empathy that is the hardest to earn! In dazzling strands of light, tadpole grains ****; their throbbing throbbings are understood by the mothers of Executioner Time, no one can wash their destiny clean anymore! - A sudden chilling touch runs down your spine; shadow being a benefactor, you look with jealousy at the mother who gave her life to you too!
 
Celeb dives admire themselves in a descending-rising mirror for days, for whom the most important thing is a deceptive appearance! Mischievous, flirtatious chirping eyes are lit up, and love is also handed out so that they can achieve their goals with conscious-seductive flirtations! Between the touching lips of two geishas, a viagast aggastya cracked, the body of parchment eagerly asking for mercy; their deceptive lies are common! "A cavernous soul would yawn for a little boy's grace for a meaningful conversation instead of eternal ***!" Post-mortem emotions would still dictate the Order loudly as they struggle