The slowly melted joy boards of the Face are wounded by fat tears! A mixture of melancholy and sorrow seems to weary arabesques! The forgiveness of faithful shadows is always accompanied by diligence! The details that are still real are rebelling in my restless soul! As we gradually prepare for the space shortage on our own, Nirvana-Nothing is getting pregnant! The idea of perfection in vain settles in health-manic, unruly heads, instead of finally reconciling with oneself!
 
As a powerful vaccine, emotional indifference affects emotions! Survivor dread is getting harder to unravel from an accident of annihilation! In the intoxication of truth, Man often wounds on his own! The only remedy among the breathing living is the death of the Deed, to which perhaps everyone is watching; In the water of Life, a truth-needle and an anchor are needed at the same time! Every career is a bit of a loaded weapon clenched to our temple! Uninitiated reconciliation with the inevitable is impossible! In the tin cloak of shadows, massive, shipwrecked despair collapses!
 
Like a waving spider thread, crypt-faces snuggle in the curves of depths! Exacerbated wrinkles on the faces moved, sad grooves! Water washes — galloping with everyday burdens is getting harder to make friends with! With cowardly rabbit-souls like Updike heroes, many people ask in the air because they can’t do anything else! "I would learn to make friends again, but many times I would push the landscape out of my sight;" I ***** between red stigma spots like an astronaut fired at aimlessness! I roar around me in concentric circles; one hundred kilos of human bullets! My childhood is ridiculously ridiculed many times.