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Carat-deep heat destroys contagious; whistling in the trenches of empty playgrounds and a weedy woman Instead of cheerfully cheering, rich child-thugs, vulnerability teaches each other to survive! There is already a feeling of hostility in a state of consciousness, hidden in conscious uncertainty! We are all standing in a whirlwind lane and we are either ******* or doing enough tricks! We study grimacing faces at the edges of skulls! Today, Hon is still a caressing dream of a waiter, a seeming America, where cheap inflationary forints are also gaining power!
 
The limbs, which have been severely plasticized, turn into syrups with an expired warranty, and nowhere to get the words of sincere-friendly gestures! This current ***** misery is appetizing; you can't help bear no one's suffering anymore! Sunlit solarium faces glide into a melting target on the donkey ladder of envy; the rusty arrow trembles in vulnerable hearts! This current swimming pool looks like a huge, gaping pit in Kettle-Country! - Among ******* demigods and goddesses freaking in bikinis, what can skinny meatball boys do?!
 
The traditional feeling of life also smells of cooking oil, and you have no idea that the compromising details will remain unfaithful in themselves! An unmistakable hallmark is the scent of every busy worker! How much new oriental culture and obscene ******* will the tolerant of the party and festival ether! "Prophets can therefore cultivate on paper the traditions of standing in the wilderness!" "You can only know the original sin, but for me it is enough for a whole pathetic life!" You had plenty of time to get *****! The question is: How do you want to look cleaner again?!
A valid domino principle is already fully valid in all cases! Good luck washing, all chirping taps are a good treat, a shaping that pushes each other into the back! The minute reputation of brilliance is never rushed by the fall of the Individual! It seems like a ten-minute, self-contained pall of a job interview repeated to the point of boredom! Dancer-comedian will hang your clown lace at an angle more easily if you know even the dog is not curious about his sensation! Who they like to see as an obsessive failure, a loser even from humanity - it could easily be that he wears every moral prime!
 
You did not intentionally commit the retaliatory principal sin! The classic case of overinsurance only applies to him! There’s always just the smell of ammonia from the sharper scandal smelling in the infected V.I.P air! My little boy chatter would be taken down immediately by the absolute adults! The nail-biting tactics of creative women lurk deep in their counting souls; more second fiddlers have never been needed just in this misguided time!
 
With a slender, superstitious body, he snakes from guy to guy until he gains the privileges of a carefree luxury lifestyle! Incorporated sources of error have always been easier to blame! The rider of exotic evenings is already every jampec fool: easy, overnight adventures forever knowing everything! The germs of immortal romance are dwindling! Why do Don Quixote's chubby face have the unwilling slap first? They go through a whole life as an orphaned victim! Only a few could know the Stars from the sky to lie down
A hot threat sizzles between the volcanic thighs of an exotically censored lady! Immediate and immortal annihilation in wasteland, like the superstitious formula of the Universe that everyone is already curious about! In a humiliating, apocalyptic failure to the ground, the beating heart forces itself into chess games! You will become a traitor if you try to believe in style - pretty, human phenomena! We explode into ourselves when we have to deliberately endure the pitfalls of failure!
 
The onion-dark shells of human personalities may not be allowed to be peeled by anyone other than the one we truly love so as not to be hurt; we have learned an eternal idea from the sincere pearls of tears, and a mischievous-grimacing little man lives with us in the depths of the onion peel soul! Even without rebellion, we can rarely fit into the creative-wanting community! Ingenuity and cunning purpose is rarely if it fits into our honor!
 
It would be good to step out of every curve mirror and accept that Reality is also a certain form of Appearance! Betrayals will encourage truths to dust off; the awe-inspiring shadow of Being is a motos-well in the depths of complex souls! As an orphaned antenna, the Child can only lonely, abandoned in our beating hearts: even a few can understand his unknown-familiar word!
 
A cherished swamp of a chubby face-case, if you are tense you can't make friends, build new relationships as much as you want! Our familiar fingers stroke through the year-rings of our memories and cut off our unnecessary remnants! "In our life, dripping killer nails are cynically pricked, waking you up!"
In the sonata stops of rarely recognizable sounds, when the secretly resounding sound subsides in a chain of universal cocoons; even between pipcs-superstitious lips, all fears of ancient-bitter screams! In all times, food is necessary for the soul and stomach! In the universes, eye-stars illuminate secret Planets of the Spirit as we finally fly out of our secure parental home, our mother’s bean-palm palm! We always get out of silently-abandoned Nirvana ends!

A Target ball rolled to me guaranteed the formulas of hard-to-obtain dreams; I can only like a *****, puffy tub in the eyes of outside observers! Watchtower, a pathetic powder foot of creation - from above it is full of all small and false prisoners!
 
The injured house wall slowly wears off its bullet-infested blood drop! It’s getting harder to find humane people in springy spots hidden in sidewalk edges! Many times, while driving the imagery and playing the amused fool, I peek out into the curious world with such alert eyes as an interested little child who would like to be friends with sincerity, and who can't understand what kitten lady-butters and ball-bellies are?! From my starving instincts, I would sneak back to my shipwrecked childhood, and in the besieged harbors I would hear the insignificant waves of light vibrating at the same wavelengths cherished traitors only in the march of sincere emotions!

“My startling sympathy quickly fades away and then returns to someone else’s forehead; my teary eyes are always crying! I also have to measure the love gazes woven from tearful petals on the measuring chain of my wounded soul in order! All trust: a maze dead end too
Norbert Tasev Aug 25
I have already laid everything on the bottom of the well; my grumpy, grimacing face can be searched by few! They can't open a whole walnut casing like a secret box with open keys! Mident's stretching-haunting, offensive dark rubbing his fingernails into me and that's why many times balmy nights startle me from frightening waggling wolves! On a severely-silent orphaned dervish scale, I measure my bugs daily as portions of meat and try to correct them! I envelop my spiky hedgehog soul, and I rarely believe words that are tickling!
 
As a slimy snail, I would try the bizarre rules of survival; and I can't really, completely happen like someone who's really alive - just hurt! I am forced to stand for a long time, otherwise little kings will trample the Man in me at any time! No one is buying a serious game today! Disposable, *****-life-destroying ***** have come! Playful demons had already exhausted everyone immediately; in this current home, hand-pulling has been reduced to fashion!
 
Sizzling like silent straw and barely staying in one place; tread, leave traces in endless fields! In a hurry, a thousand people are lurking towards me and infected rudeness is nestled on each of their lips! My desperate dreads often subside and I have no way to break out of demonic spells! "From my selfish pain, my dear could redeem me forever!" And will there still come an era when, in the outstretched hand, the throbbing cups of our hearts will throb for each other?!
Norbert Tasev Aug 24
Today I tried to please many a little again! I didn't change it, at most to my disadvantages! I hid my soul under the petals of onion peel, and with my camel-lazy self I closed a circle of tevelus many times! I knew a long time ago, who's galloping me, who's trampling me? Who's the girl?! - I'm still hurting from grievances and atrophies! My turning days continue to get worse; in my senseless throbbing I could be left alone with my memories!
 
Duster of dust in a crumbly darkness; pulled down from heights into yawning ravines, even a sure fall closer and closer; my candle patience is running out! Walking on rusty, leafy leaves, I travel instead of snapping stepping shoes! I went to the ground many times! The golden rule of urbanized, diluted media is devouring our brain cells; we **** in the dizzying lies of superficial feelings of life! When will the thorn of hope of the irreplaceable Mind break the paths he has tried for himself ?!
 
In the cheap-handshakes of Promise Spotlights, you will be ox-eyed and gullible with ease! - In my leaking wounds, an evergreen, clinging aggastyan tendril is flourishing and he has come to break his way to this land and to find the happiness he deserves: all deceit and lies! The tiny flocks of Dionysus silky boys are immediately wound up by even more chic sensation!
 
It would hurt even more sadly and it hurts like an abscess, a fused tooth; you chanted in me like a red friendly alarm-**** your conscious scared and spit my punching-drumming heart for someone! Does betrayal promise to last?!
Norbert Tasev Aug 23
Locked in the destined bone cage of the Universe, our everyday life promises a lasting struggle; torment-beating, comic We long for the pleasures of being and want even more! The mature, immortal presence will soon be lost if we choose only cheap, earthly pleasures! A suffocating lack of self-confidence and an overcrowded social Sisyphean loneliness always flourish in the placental doubts carried out among the rattling ravens of worlds!
 
Our world-shattered, wounded-dreams are rarely if they can come true! Our haunting nights are all stolen by our battle sweats! Your deep soul hears the melancholy-hesitant echo sounds of the created, murderous silence! How much more selfish, stubborn weight can you still have? To the expressable mercy hurts the teeth of all of us, to relieve the soul-tearing beast-pain! It carries dreams and desires as a pillar weight, but the creative thought, from which the Redeeming Difference falls on you, is even further away!
 
Because as soon as the defiance of remembrance comes, somehow the Southern Company Future always becomes senile! This introverted, contemplative consciousness looks at this ******* I give and take; blurred, confidential They sell their Loyalists as used underwear for a petty greeting of consciences! They can rarely scrape humanity for themselves from the pathetic sediment of Indifference, a secret moral pedestal! They would also easily drill into the offered, mild-paying Hope - if it depended on it - they could hope for a proper reward for their career!
 
In every new opportunity, the Death-flirtatious competence of humiliation weeps alone! - Sensationalist, foolish ideas to radically increase the number of degrees are accumulating and multiplying in the hives of obscure minds; little girl-faced mannequins stand as grinning canaries; sacrificial porcelain doll sense
Norbert Tasev Aug 11
In his superstitious eyes, a tingling, false, flirtatious caress is born when he looks at the other in a self-giving way and deepens the given encounter every second; confessions made in the atrium of purple-petal flaming hearts are made and the dream charm of ****** kisses is seldom if you can give comfort! In mutual-beneficial blindness to each other, a solid telepathy of thoughts flows back and forth in the secrets of the eyes! Excited trembling travels its way through the channel tunnels of throbbing blood vessels, and each other's souls glowing in restless love suddenly migrate through the chemistry of the body!
 
The little secrets of our hearts, pounding in the rhythm of flowing, refractive pulsations, are all coming together! And he continued to ring-knead its members from cell tissues that could be built further! Can he find in his absolute adulthood, as others have demanded of him, a childish, more playful face and, through it, can he still marvel at the blind spots of falling vulnerabilities? From time to time, only the heart trembles, bleeding drums in every miscarriage clamp socket! In the past, every burned minute memory supports another squeaky mouse! "Where is the giving, protective Angel with wings, spread with his human goodness?!"
 
In his superstitious voice, he keeps whispering, "He still loves and forgives my childhoods!" - They would squeeze each other's outstretched hands so that we could still cling to the hopeful possibilities of moments and hope; point traumatic enrichment can be interrupted somewhere like an invisible thread! There are more and more tragedy-like ordeals, even rats on sinking ships: no one is comforted by the vulnerable crying of ourselves.
Norbert Tasev Aug 10
The off-line state of inhumanity follows! The silly era of toast shame is long gone! In the depths of every gaze spiced with enchanting exoticism, the tempting profit-seeking is curiously alert! Celebrity-infested retinas are now covered in a thick cataract: Spectacular charity is just fashion in front of the screens! Flirtatious cyber-droids, collegiate diva queens give each other V.I.P. parties on the corner of crowded, fluffy fork districts and rags with milk thrive everywhere!
 
Pacemaker performs a digital countdown no matter how many times the Live One clings to his throbbing heartbeat with all his efforts! Even in constant ******, we can no longer be completely self-centered and ostentatious to the core! “Self-seeking, fleeing queens enjoy the public life of shop windows while not even noticing: they have become public prostitutes with the promises of prosperity! Even in the plasticized vibrations of faces that can be predicted over time, we cannot safely navigate and recognize the essence of a child's party, who was once protected by a guarding-protecting, caring conscience!
 
In Kripa-larval gazes, the twilight darkness fits just as well as the gaps in the gaps left behind! Even a burning forgotten lamp; star myriads are scattered superstitiously by the human eye, while the inner values of the other are finally found! For the last time, we could embrace proud shores built from our memories to feel like we were once Humans and not just acting, pathetic wrecks! "As if everyone had pathetically forgotten where he came from and his bitter struggle, which it all involved."
The tongue-wrench meandering between his superstitious rose-lips barely fits in the lock; the mischievous fidelity of desolation glows on his burning lips! His curtained face obscures all receptive pleasures, the giving, human-centered Universe! We continue to snuggle into the non-passing cover for the very first miscarriage sign! Our walkable, throbbing heart-circles will all return to themselves by the time they finally land! The grotesque mirror, in which everything can be seen the other way around, stretches silent, truthful tears on their faces!
 
In the depths of the rainbow of pupils preserves all spells, enchanted ancestral moments of conscience! When romantic instincts are adventuring on anonymous-unknown paths: it is better to be immersed in finite weightlessness with a companion than the happiness of hero lovers under veil waterfalls! - Comprehensible and perceptible score lines in the pulsating, decipherable atrium of heart-petals; translucent, blade-thin delicate crust can carve out for yourself sweet love! They get closer and closer to ourselves, while they have all traversed the secret cells of their bodies - and yet, in the warming fire of ****** kisses, the distance between two souls becomes more and more invisible!
 
Many times words of enchanting branching are more likely to hurt than caress! The roaring, beading draws breakable glass beads! Self-consciously falls into the Phoenix ash, who chooses his true emotions! The honey-steam of bodies glowing in good, muddy silence, in fine sweat, is hospitable: spreading out its limbs! - The Fraction reigns benevolently over us with the present reckoning, and takes everything into points! Verbatim, human voices are embodied into fractions for years, while from a distance an emotional cello monologue tears through the fabric of immortal romances
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