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Norbert Tasev Jul 2021
It multiplies itself into a Spirit wholly born out of nothing; staring at star-clocks seems like a fleeting minute at the Fate! The victim closes his eyes in front of his dream images of the creep of an uncertain future! In the ****** vortices of tomorrow's days, only the guards can be alert! It would be good to discover the roaring roar of your distant sea with true love, in brilliant-laughing eyes!
 
A human head shape, a congregation of grinning pebbles lurking around me from everywhere; instead of superstitious, romantic kisses nailed to papermen, the stray time quickly absorbs it! They tickle, hum, grin when our emotions of honesty have been lying for a long time! Stimulators of action set off chirping raiding, while more and more of the humble hideouts lurking in the ivory tower froze in silence! - Lava spit dropped on the full side of liar-insidious encouragers like house walls send green secretions; my heart pounding like a wounded rock deeply stopped by lightning!
 
Maybe I can’t even get rusty up the hillside anymore! My selfish orphanage has made its way nowhere in myself! My friendly handshakes, as a series of pathetic attempts to make lasting connections, are looked down upon in a selfish way: a bleak, otherworldly backdrop that many can’t eat or drink - it will soon go to heaven! This is how he will be naughty from simlis to his heart, because he is always scratching himself for himself! During the far-flung years, like the effervescence after the effervescence; there is a constant desire for lack! How many more movements remain in the memory space?
Norbert Tasev Jul 2021
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
Norbert Tasev Jun 2021
If Sin had been true, it would have been done to self-deception! The faces of Eber-flattering, petting cockroaches are changing! The time for sure handshakes in loyalty is finally over; you wallow your humanity you can't give yourself up! You should forget the breaking monkeys and pass the **** whistleblower! Words that excite from the depths also shatter like sacred phrases, flowing like plastered plaster; captured in captivating schizophrenic mirrors on the Live! The minute of self-loss breaks down into parts amid terrible torments; silent silence recorded on a tape recorder is listened to even if the silly Hope has been trashed many times!
 
A deadly trap today is also a feigned pretense, you can not raise happiness or restless! In dominant, aggressive instincts, the Redeeming Paradise Island of the Peace Plate is soon immersed; Neanderthal gorillas chatter about existence struggles while barely thriving on more than two straws! Many sublime captives preach their sublime words twisted into biblical pathos! A complicit preacher as a peculiar mongrel mixture when colluding with the growths of petting; "How long can you endure this Nobody's Land?!"
 
Whom the haunting Moon shines through, he does not confess to himself that he sinned when he cowardly cowardly and did not allow the immortal Beloved to come near! Beaten like a closed, orphaned child, you feel the troubled explosions of your heart; your heart attack is getting worse! "Puffy monsters and their little chick dumplings will soon catch the chewed column wall!"
Norbert Tasev May 2021
The world is rocking in a web of indifference and phlegm! He jerks at the disliked Celeb zombies; you would think jerking your solid mind as a spear! Your secrets that you have survived to Man would gladly destroy you — your fisheye examining in chilled loneliness — yet you can't pierce! Indifference sprinkles him on fame with a sizable forgetfulness! Excess collagen showcases bounce off the plaster from silicone-glued kittens like scales; why is it appealing, however, that many of them do not notice the Essence during the external cicoma? Rather, it strangles this foolish-walked world with man’s son’s idiocy with the intention of burying crops!
 
Yet on the wall of absurd stupidity the Mind bangs; the thought often revolves around like a ******* like a deceived drug! Play with everyone in the insidious Indifference! The heart of being is tormented by a wormy monster and the wounded Golgotha would already laugh at the torment to see his fate with pity! - A postmodern generation is chewing on fluffy pies! - Lambs born today, with their free gym passes, are rushing to Goddess laurels while the wisdom of the understanding and the power of the beating heart is lazy in their heads!
 
They fall into ecstasy at the sight of the very first kneaded gorilla: slackness and a shattering career desire are already wading through everyone he reaches! Torturous lusters scramble to scratch each other's cheeks! And with Lucer's red ****-clicking whips echoing the devastating evil! "Only the Thinkers are awake in the draft at the bottom of the potholes!"

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