I would often take my own destiny; What I once thought could not own, and maybe it can't really be mine anymore. As a hesitant, lame, ***** person, I would just look at how many more ways I have to do to survive they could get along. The man, whom others looked at, spit on, exploited, as if to start slowly, disappear in the retina of staring mirrors, with a bending waist, tormented shoulders, which often carried atlas burdens, instead of others, if not. The squeaky sand grains of existence are their gears - so they often get crazy.

I was just forced to rotate a potted number; Say, do I admit the true, wounded word, which God really hurts, because the dog is not very attentive to patience, through-fear-I would be a mistake to chew on the Hungarian Ugar-pendant, where the average is taboo-til and cannot be.

To the core, my visceral stigma heart only shapes me, shapes me, and with step-by-step tools, I have a hard time squeezing in, raising my head; The pain of disappointments, handshakes, creatures is no longer pilling, but I prefer to be warned, too suspicious and too careful at three steps away.

All of my hesitant moves turn back to me when life is about to me, and while my cumbersome, ship -wrapped days, on the barren, rushes past me, even the deserved happiness, and I can feel a little human.

Like the rootless tree, which is forced to tolerate its harsh fate, the screams of ruthless, ruthless fierce windstorms, and the emerald-green scaly foliage; My drooling, sickly organs whine; Permanent hypertension and hypertension are infected. I've been forced to carry the absolute treasure of the facts for a while!

I couldn't believe that anything could exist after the great nirvana-nothing; When, as tiny nuclei, more than millions of cells molecules, the heart-wounded heart is decomposed on a millions of molecules, the shipwreck souls screams the pain of the last prayer, before they finally get out of captivity. The uncertain life serpentine trails are still invisible beyond the life they have begun, but still felt and present.

Without gap continuing, the constantly self -proclaimed human thought builds a stairs; How would a human infinite story have continued if we dare to step down a minute-to-minute fragment of the impossible venture that is ridiculous to some of them, or the eternal love, which is supposedly only once in our lives, as it is an arranged series of other repetitions.

Now, everyone can only push the memorial box, but doubt that it will open it, because it is so many times not only free will but also the law of humility; For common pleasures, he could no longer remain free tickets or quotas. Tomorrow's deliberately blind hope would be unexpected to demand wandered Jusses, and still do not understand who endless dances are going around?!

On the path of our destiny, we stumble upon it, as time as time as time as time as old as agitated and soulful. The rebellion of the masses can never be thank you enough, a pathetic merit for the otherwise complicated history complex.

Souls can no longer be released if a series of gratitude is dreaded, ready for commercial pleasures. Because they were deliberately escaped, like the derailed lives of the Ordas wildlife, the flower-flowers, and the desires of dreams, which may never have been fulfilled and will no longer be fulfilled.

It is superfluous to have all the vain monkey services that have recently become fashion-fashioned to meet and casting at the same time; Where did you come from? What do you want? How much cost -effective settlement did you think once you bought a tertiary degree in the flea market?! - Instead of answers, just look at how they kick the simple, tolerated average with a pair of feet where only selected social creams can go.

And just as the good old painter Rembrandt, who, at least, sold his own body, to get a smaller ancillary, and Durenmatt wouldn't be careful at the visit of the old lady. -A large soul detector cannot be enough or Wi-Fi if you want to say, why did individual people become wicked, less than a permissible average?! If they were to show the memories of their childhood, which seemed petty, insignificant, how they became vulnerable, humiliated to dust, perhaps they could learn more because of patient understanding.

On the coast of the extinct, uninhabited ditches of public workers, they are mate, tummy tubs, which can be called aesthetically pleasing, aesthetically pleasing; While one finds a used, broken-tooth comb, which may be good for his teenage daughter, the other haircut that has been chewed by his beautiful wife for decades. This is how they sweep up and then finally collect their sins!

In addition to the delight, the head of the Komis tyrant immediately struck the rampant selfishness, which was handcuffed with the desire for possession of possession; While some have a fulfilled miracle for others, the unexpectedly fulfilled nine months of eternal watershed is an unworthy ending of a happy, forgettable idyllic era, as men are wild, beasts, and still selfish, because they can imagine the little men on the way to Placentan's tunnels , but the demanding, greedy desire for possession that deprives most of Mom from loving a man as her own child.

, Sweetheart! I don't want a kid! Another colloon on my thick neck! "Said the insulted vanity from the mouth of the Test Testeron Tithan, then walked smoothly from the life of his beloved lover in a smoke. He didn't even look at the hospital's obstetric ward to ask how and how they were more expensive With all the treasures of the world.

The whispering baby whispered in his cherished arms with stubbornness in his cherished arms, as if he had a full right to get the absolute love finally and then keep it to himself. He eagerly ****** in the life-fitting breast milk, and while the beautiful pregnant mother, who recently complained about how she was going to be a pregnant, disgusting ball in the bikini on the beach, now finally understood that she could get the most beautiful gift she had can ever hold.

So the pregnant mother became a little half-adult, half again child, and she felt in her heart how the universe was just a dance of instincts, and later meat-blood. And while the relationship break, it seemed, it was never more radiant, balanced and happier!

The Alliance of Old Friends seemed to be renewed again when the mobile rang: "Don't be sorry, but you could come in! I became a baby! "-and the long-forgotten, adolescent adolescents suddenly started flaming again. It came with a human-height teddy teddy bear and meaningful broth. There was no need for words that were unnecessary.

The lasting change is now even better to avoid; It is now an increasingly naughty, stagnant, miserable, vocal promise speeches, and how superfluous, self-denying sermons. Anyone who thinks that obsessions that are persistent have a baby's face, is a long-term fool; The soul seemed to become a dark pyramid, which, if no one speaks to him, would absorb his victims as a gaping gap.

It is as if brain-washed people were now so impressive, texting the heavenly mantra that starts with the "sausage from the sausage" that "some people" are more aware of the petty lies. -As if it could not be easily, to say, loose-and-leaning, neither the unbearable color changes of the seasons, nor the meaningful treasures of the human life that look like dust, which are always unique and unrepeatable among the expanding tissues of time.

In the coated city, even the diplomas are now resting; Permanent disillusionment has long been ahead of the noble feelings. Like the occasional, stumbling drunken, hesitated, hesitant steps are marching with the disturbed, dilapidated Calvary of the century, and the Yorick-Mountains of Yorick.

Slowly, the rich people will be invited to the moon region of the wealthy Skafander collection V.I.P.- partying and shopping, as the ozone layer on the planet seemed to be destroyed early, and only those who have a separate permission can only be breathed.

Perhaps it would be better to continue everything with new pages and from the front if we saw the red-dark moles-tunnels in the depths of gloomy moles ...

I would say something else to you orphaned, eternal worrying kid, I have to get yourself up if they hurt me, people who are nothing. I would tell you something if you are dreading a crouching full moon at night, because you think you are just ghost or goblt, just be firm and brave and not show your wounded-*******, dreaded fears.

Many times I would call you a time-to-date machine mobile, if you would be a little more attentive to my wise, thoughtful words, which you still think would rather be discarded rather than meaningful advice; I know childhood may often seem like a two-way dead end, which sooner or later may fall or get lost, but you should always stay yourself and by no means let the absolute, Marcona adults sit or influence your Kobak head.

Put your childhood, playful curiosity with your sick heart, your liver, shaking hands and secret oath to yourself: _ I will stay for a couple of years who can know my friends so far! I will be loyal to myself. "_ - and while your aging, eyeglasses would look at the uncertain horizon, sillabising where the end of existence can be and how much more can happen. There are alms, sanding hands, sanda, nonsensical promises.

Something, even so many decades - would be good to tell you; You can never feel that they are mocked, deliberately shamed, mocked, evil, and if your grandchildren will not be ****** on your balding ping-pong head, you may have stayed yourself all the time!

As if they were rushed to be aimlessly between the puppets that were made; We need to change digital identifiers with false fingerprints to find us unnecessarily. It is necessary to avoid broken road signals instead of searching for the necessary compromise on the necessary cooperation. Life is almost utterly mortal passing away, and it can be said to be a wolf because we are ashamed of dioptric soda siphone and rather converted to more comfortable contact lenses.

The broken curve mirrors in which our portraits are wearing a day-to-day depths of conscious purposelessness, physical exhaustion. Geller was given more and more difficult to stay at the peak of social pyramids; Because not only the language of meaning, but also the rules of the meaning of the meaning, which change their petty, compromising methods every day, has become a tower of the midwives.

Why do you have to live a day to siren the minutes of siren over it?! On the stretched ropes of our troubled nerves, they march and march; Indifferent yawning in the odds is now still nesting with persistent suspicion. Our tricky movements may seem like a rhythm.

It is as if the petty, small -style betrayal of everyday life had been deliberately depressed into our selfish, galad, shrinkage, that you. You have to prevail at any cost, and of course it is necessary to survive. Card Castle plans are diligent, but we are asked to be an unbelieving-bamboo: why is it necessary to spend money on uselessness?!

We are my friend to deny everything a million times nowadays: sweet-sad loves, torturing, burning breaks just like universe feelings. Can you ask my friend who could have been the bigger traitor: the constantly loss-making, vulnerable heart, or just a series of desire for spontaneity?! "You are looking for your answers in vain, as if they didn't exist anymore, because it was always more important to be a little style, Pipogya career, and the awareness of what others think behind your back."

Once upon a time, you undress to the bone to see your inner, more true being than a mole-bearer who first ventures to the surface and frightened because he is forced to blink; You will blink a lot yourself like a blind, glassy swollen mushroom, cowardly rabbit if your beloved dear is just an unexpected announcement: Sorry, but she loves something else for a long His needs, nor his tingling instinct-molecules, which you knew faithfully, remained loyal to you.

It gets empty at an accelerated pace, perhaps just because you could never really understand the petty, insidious rules of the troubled, complex life. In your dreams, your selfish-mushy ******* would try a host to yourself, and when you look at the depths of mirrors, you will surprise yourself as a curious-child Esti Esti; How did you think all your dreams, your desire, would be fully fulfilled!

All of you will be in your instincts, and you will only be shocked if you are nervously unexpectedly doubtful, uncertainty, preserved in vain as the basic formulas of Spleen.

Perhaps no one can be completely on the lookout, because, in vain, we would have become a petty, pathetic life. As a miserable, Hugo's manipulation, calculating interest, and we are clever at any time, bravely as they deliberately throw their principles and ambitions.

We started the conscious Nirvana-Nothing maybe today, and we never really asked ourselves: did we lie truth to ourselves, or just the love that was played into the universe with our wounded hearts?!

Even if we had pure crocodile tears towards each other, they had long since run into heaven as a pale glass *****; At night, a crouching, anxious-shaded farm beat themselves on the deficiency of themselves, which we could only guess about the passing of a brother-in-law.

From human eyes, like broken shirts, a star was severely knocked; They are uncomfortable with the whole that consumes the whole. - Now are we now necessary for permissions to take permanent breathing, and if one, say, steals a little Rákóczi winter salami and half a pound of bread is going to be in the Cotra?!

Those who have often waited for us in uncertainty and convinced that tomorrow could be a little lighter, later they will leave us unexpected and leave permanently. Because for a long time, the rogue cards have been played if they only feel soda to easily open the abundant money purse.

We boil boring, distorted, petty revenge, when we subside, we have the incredible instincts, we sprinkle salt on our wounds, and let it hurt!