The heart, always mocked as a half-coward, always ignited when he could encounter sincere emotions; with a self-consuming, unruly fervor, he could blaze instead of just talking! It has shaped the humanity of Man when even the ******-in brain seems to soon forget! The vacuum sits like an unforgettable, soft bunny alone and ponders over its flawed decisions! You don’t know how to keep a long-forgotten thought awake! - The conscious desire for fatherhood disintegrates into a dry desert; only ******* are still listening! A kilometer of silence guards Being, while a tear begins on the most beautiful petal!
 
In the hot sun, the twinkling, balmy ray shimmers once: like the tangible evidence of Goodness! Your progressive throbbing can cause lustful pleasures! Wild waves emerge from the Universe: in the geometric ocean of desire, a smaller island purrs in a half-nail lure! A safe haven for shipwrecked people is a thing of the past! - Sharks and predatory fish like winking patient killers enjoy caressing music! Monotony mourns over stabbing boredom; beautiful butterflies whisper deceptive promises into each other’s mouths!
 
Fear has been clouds on the wings of the sober traveler too! When can an airplane get snapping turbulence?! Who can wash the solidified tears of unification?! In the last moments, even Eternity is lonely! We swallow our tears even in our longings for love! With the unexpectedness of a ***** naked night, you can strike in any case! Like an evil goblin, grimace drawings drawn with fingers on your faces appear and then wear off again!

Something intimidated trembling stone, they may have smuggled a crumbled ancestral fragment into me at the beginning of my birth: wounded sunsets dipped in blood gold like hesitant Sisyphus keeps carrying me until cheap blood bills are imposed on my head - now something uncertainly trembling to the brim! Where precarious, barren and bleak beaches greet you, and Man can dwarf a bird-seeing eccentric!
 
More and more distressing tiny stones are scratching, tossing in me - I'm afraid the wounded part of my self can hardly be back again Whole, collapsible balanced! I still face myself many times in the face of a wolf: I will be a Neanderthal stone penetrating to the depth of my soul's disappointed well, once everyone has left and once his rich ******-biting emotions have been wiped out by breaking dilentants, trendy whims!
 
Instead of dog-bited tissues, I would cling to the healing tremors of redemptive kisses if Someone still recognized I needed to be lifted up to be in my fall - to be on par with others! - I watch as everything and everyone is running around, arrogantly, or in a hurry; this is how the Heart Relationships, which were believed to be eternal, break down, because the sacred handcuffs have rusted on their hinges - but somehow we should live and prosper, because his wound, who has suffered as a result of our being, is healing!
 
Inviting Indifferent Attracting Interest Has Nothing To Do! My disappointment often happens to win over me! - The dimness called lost is sprouting from my sad eyes; The shadow of death and haunting is more and more circling above my head if I let my mood triumph: I already understand something because I feel and only the Someone to be found would be left!

If you no longer pay attention - I fear - you will no longer be able to notice the boulders suspended by a hair's breadth in time, if the unwary squeeze under them and they flatten you in a fleeting minute. Not paying attention to mortal Time, you still give yourself up, always only watching the atomic chaos of the World that has begun to become confused.

Certainty, like some old, twentieth-rate, petty little spy, builds itself in you, and *****-nilly you will expect your passing from your birth. Because even now you are still constantly looking back, in the distorted images of crooked mirrors you measure the centers of gravity of your wasteful years in moments; and you cannot understand that you have already done so much, even in the place of others, and yet you have not been able to tear off the spiral prison-handcuffs of Time from your sinful soul.

For some time now, only the eternal oblivion that has been left alone has been your pillow and at the same time your pillow; Your searching eyes wink at the infinite horizon and even now he doesn't know that he was wrong at all, that he was unable to start a new life.

Your memories are horribly confused, like so many sins of your petty and selfish past; they break their contracts not only according to the laws of the heart but also according to human laws; and while a tachycardia malfunction may become common due to the approaching dangerous raging infarctions in your heart, you know: the emergency services are always half an hour late. Your body's fever curves would warn you with alarm signals that you should always avoid high blood pressure and long-sugared cakes.

Instead of the former endless lines of existence, something from over there is sending messages on increasingly closed spiral centrifuge paths; it almost flirtatiously invites you to leave this lying One-World here, which has become unworthy, even if you have a million and one tasks left. The circle that returns to itself - if you are not careful - can break prematurely...

The superstitious gaze of the Universe will flirt with you if you let it! They dig their flesh into your floating rubber flesh! Every immortal kiss refutes Reality! A rocking cradle stretched over uninterrupted depths swings; including a planned line of stations! Flower petals appear on the palm of your hand as a sure pledge of eternal Loyalty! Shivering squeezes the pulsating heart petals! The Silence walks zigzagging on the edge of the Infinite: the Death Consciousness pulls you deeper and deeper, wings-broken!
 
The power of the Never Happened tears up our years! Even washing weights hang on the liberating Hope and you should learn to trust again! The shadows of the Past haunt you in your cells; your molecules are therefore zigzagging! As the crazy division of cells accelerated, Time accelerated! Today the Truth is still very cheap s the lie is astronomical! "Puddles stick to you like blood-******* mosquitoes!" Zeng is the murderous phlegm of old-fashioned self-incense! Man always believes in vain to cling to this now-counting, starving World, constantly humbling and kneeling!
 
Under the poisonous cages of solariums, hissing chicks are marinated, while their gorilla-brain knights pump themselves up in gyms! No more vigilant ghosts! Time has already challenged everything with its Hangman claws! It’s still harder to conquer on a donkey than with a Ferrari! - And whoever sees the Deficiency and Essence in me one day, I can boldly get to know him! - Care for creative poetry is barely falling! The bubble-inside of Man is soon enough until it finally bursts! Grimace flesh smokes on my face, so he can even grimace

See emerged from the past, then suddenly disappeared again; I taught my half-knee to humility before him! I volunteered, bowing down. That swan-white mischievous face, that chocolate color that weaves like a fine strand of straw that disappears into the darkness of the night, forced and interrogated by the Truth! She had to melt disarmed from his smile!

And I had to think: In these bombarding, sensory-igniting minutes, what will happen to me when I can no longer see the smile of pride-igniting wounds? "It was an imagined dream, a distant imagination, only He ruled over my head, my heart!"

I was amazed: I was secretly surprised that he had not shared the secret, inner word of his heart with me — I could only watch and destroy the kiss of others as it melted, destroyed devotionally, and flooded with tiny details of our immortal Universe; that maybe I could have been happy with you!

"Now what else can I say: Alien exiled as an outsider?" In my place, a lot of roosting roosters would tidy up their own porch, and now I am forced to face a destroyed end result incessantly! Isn't that weird? The half-naked young man tried to believe in fairy tales, but his love affair, like a serious illness, overthrew his proud, sublime throne of existence! "He thought foolishly that I would confess all the insignificant bagatelle secrets, and honestly

holding hands forever, perhaps we could walk together through the macadam paths of the unbridled World!

If I were to gather my courage I would gladly be comforted among the rose petals of my lips; the cherished Universe, as a kind, caring Mother, would extend her sacrificial arms for me and comfort her with her kisses! Our wonderful words would wander into our eyes in the tunnels of secret telepathies; phenomenally laughing stars! "I know I'm still strangely ridiculous today, and yet the eccentric inertia of men in love as men in love;" I would protect myself from self-damaging disappointments and yet cling to the tropical atmosphere of love tendrils!
 
In the selfish depths of my childish soul, patience is wasting patience! Thinned hugs revolve around Procrustean beds, like notched knives! Disturbed innermost compulsion is chasing me to confess with open mouths of surprise to many who thought they were not even known! "Pebbles of stars stared into the black water of my eyes!" - Silence will be a white spot! In my weeded life, I match myself; the transient Time stretches itself to the bone wings of heaven as a victim! Every kiss will show golden figs, I just haven't noticed so far?
 
As the rootless flower, the moon is in the water of the sky! The dream stumbles at the moment of imaginary surprise plans, and blinded rainbows run at the crossroads! Toothless traps make this ******* Laugh laugh! - Crushed silence anesthetized for a long time, even the Humpback of Humanity! Under the stepping, half-silver shadow of the Moon surrounds the unbearable visions of the Future of Nineveh.

Gloomy darkness. Starless universe solitude. Persecutors feel such a vomiting drag when they are suddenly convicted: Simple victims of scapegoats, sacrificial grains of dust! Something in Matuzalem carries a burden with its pregnant siege waves in the proud sea. Maybe Pandora has long lost her secret box! Maybe aborted kisses are budding, personal romances? “Outside, the wind conveys the squeaky tossing and squabbling of sounds!

The fracturing water froze like frozen loves. Behind rushing clouds, machine birds are petting, chirping with each other: At least they are happy! Packed into tourists ’favorite cage locations: through the wounds of dawn, my sleepless minutes restless. If you get air turbulence and the machine shakes under me! Do you see me alone, you priceless passing over your head?

Do I see me with the proud gaze of envious skeptics? A stormy lover looks wolfishly at me every day, and when I lick it, he flirting with me flirtatiously too! In the deserted sand dune landscape, undivided darkness ponders and sleeps. Blurred shadows, ghost figures, surprisingly anxious beyond the bus window - my traveling existence has long been forgotten by the pounding of my heart! It travels upwards with the sea, proudly besieged by the lace of the skies, the colossus of Rhodes Castle: perhaps it preserves the cherished footprints of cooled relations? Maybe Confessions of Faithfulness? From the majestic dance of sea foams, the invigorating cell romance is goosebumps!

I hear today irreversibly getting closer and closer to my vulnerable heart as critical, cheap grabs are eaten; Worthy executioners of cultures! And how do my kidneys try to process the eloquent sermons of unworthy black soups, if they don't take care of those who gala usurp the gifts of their spirits, the empty shell of the shell becomes an echoing example to me! And the infinite space also communicates with the Odyssey sighs of the once-once seas!
 
Out of me there will be rancid prophetic squeals, and the few fragments of My Time are barely making music, but they are knocking! In the cave-deep soul of my opening cave-deep soul, a child is still crying and threatening: until He grows out of me, I can remain as a Man, and my boundaries cannot disappear! I can only be an exact, missing link in a junk formula! I would try my wings half-nail-hesitantly as Icarus became more and more impatient!
 
I would happily push myself into the background, but this sensationalist world is forcing me to confess as stubborn confessors certain things! Behind me, the Void is consciously sneaking in, and a sticky feline light flowing from the lunar lobes like wounds! He immersed himself in rat souls as a refuge, a hardy worm of Indifference! And in many cases, the "camp of some" still listens to his words: Cowards crouching in themselves!
 
No one was easily denied solid defense from anyone! The words of the Prophet are sharp at the top of my tongue! As a thousand overzealous geysers, I would increase the number of a laid-back, legitimate Judgment while a murderous silence rumbles in my throbbing ears

You have already been left alone in love: Foolish, in your immortal emotions, where you never had the courage or the courage to enclose you in the lap of your imagined dream lover, and comforted you with your kissing dreams. On a slightly dusty wooden table tub, your poor objects will only yawn at you: Who you once called “my sweetheart”, your only photo on a spacious map of stars if you’re still looking at a terrace from memory!

You can no longer hug her fragile swan shoulders, and she won’t be waiting for you with a charming smile under your shelter blanket while you bring her breakfast. Do you ever remember the silly moods of the beautifying ensemble years spent together?

Along with his past dreams, this too was destroyed by oblivion! It was dawn, and the icy flowers on your window, like accusing, judgmental guards, silently criticized you as your window teared bitterly in the vapors of hot air. November, now you see for the first time maybe the remaining fragment of your life fell to pieces: The fate of the two of us has turned away and maybe there can no longer be a common connection,

there are no memories or footprints left in your heart! "It was impossible!" You believe yourself, the thoughtless, milky-mouthed emotion. And yet I believed in you and supported you, who could know what we were looking for behind each other's tense heartbeats! I would have brought down a shining comet from the gloomy sky to shine on your left finger always, and in your conscience a new paradise

kingdom to be born, - it was too beautiful, I know for a long time today, and it is unbelievable that we would have appreciated each other hand in hand: Invaluable yet tiny crumb moments of our existence.

Their chalices are wide open in the balsamic sunset of the roses! Two black crescents in the eyes of vigilant searching eyes! He stops in nun white and stretches out his arms in Eve's costume while daydreaming about the reloadable Universe! The fork of our emotions with cross-branches only decomposes into cell molecules of common multiples at once! Our flowing stream merges into One Fate! The instinct of desire builds a delta on the tiny jewel continent of your navel; the eternal romance of your kisses!
 
We know: our proliferating empire can only be complete together! - That's how we run to our own donor mouth! Our budding words choked on our throats also sound like our moans in a series of immortal annihilations! This is how the One-gaze guards and takes care of themselves: the breast milk of our sins is still plentiful, and there could be only one common sin: our love was a breathtaking heartbeat in the eternal moments! The hesitant and half-faced faces of both of us: a childish, mischievous defiant majesty!
 
Bombshell Lady gazes also suggest little girly angels! With a swaying symmetry, the double bed of water ripples beneath us, and our redemptive gaze meticulously runs through the treasures of our pearls! We gift each other with our immortal emotions as we sin forgivably at every moment! - The midnight-dark undulating waterfall of his hair is a Promise woven from fidelity; together we are showered by the superhuman sure Goodness shower curtain! Sacred Peace tastes honey in our common sweating chamber! - Immortal romance s orange glow in the transparent light of our eyes…

A forgiving grin embedded in a smiling chubby face is nothing foreign: I would feel every heartbeat and gesture! Deep layers that testify beneath our faces settle because Beauty can come from within! We walk piously into the precarious Nirvana-Nothing without a compass! Pure human calculation flirting with whistling smiles and who has unlimited credit card usability can only be a hit! Honesty could even be more vulnerable than a decipherable keyword, which might even be worth clinging to! Do you perish yourself, who thinks you are wise and turns away from the possibilities that can be set?!
 
An upcoming exhibition often warns, "Get to know yourself and don't go back!" - The profitable silence swells among the writhing, panther-body exotic flower threads! - Smiling, the Witness of the Ladder still stops! Walking the highway of Tense Times; it often grieves over recallable minutes! In the channels of writhing souls, when the tricky holy stream of True Pearls breaks for itself, in all cases honesty trembles and confesses, which can even be believed!
 
Between torn fibers like a red-petal, the Heart breaks and bleeds in a throbbing thump when Love also becomes a traitor! Can an eternal thought-emotion wrestling with time still persist when everyone has become a sanda caress of interest relationships?! - Even tiny, graceful movements may have a rare artistic power; a pair of eyes begging among the struggling shadows would seek refuge, and in times of zero-empathy-tolerance trample the childish self out of the still-squatting darkness still silently squatting in darkness!
 
He will look wolf-eyed in the wake of a shipwreck-chased shipwreck in the wake of cobor winds.

With their loose, jerky-hick performance movements, centaur terminators, well-molded by testosterone, are regularly galloping into their brand-new Ferraris, especially on Andrássy Avenue. A teenage lady wearing a deliberately provocative and transparent cocktail dress also offers predatory prey, who wants to be an adult at any cost, so that later she can easily assert herself even without an advanced level of maturity.

Horse pounding - nothing more - is now left for the carefree, pitiful lazy-indifferent posterity. In the distance, you can still see a cut-off Van Gogh sunflower head caught in hesitation, which exotic women no longer wear in their hair.

The witch's kitchen of meaningless promises and petty bargains stuffed into pockets that are starting to leak can hardly be enough for the simple average person to understand this two-faced, superficial era. And while some jury members start to publicly blatantly complain that it would be a good idea to save some journals as dubious intellectual products, so that primarily the ancients, and not the young people of the next donkey generations who are considered talented, can publish - the busy, slightly stupid wild geese are already getting into shape, and they can hardly wait to lick their ***** to a mirror shine.

Sooner or later, even the lives of swindlers shrink into dubious ends, just like the remnants of most superficial, posh glitter; because now the good friend walks with spring knives just like the old or occasional enemy. It is impossible to know what a piercing, deliberately suspicious eye, flashing from behind closed shutters or blinds, is thinking?! On the razor-sharp tracks of express trains that are constantly late or never arrive, the harsh judgments of false witnesses and prodigal children are still increasingly felt...

In my eyes, childish fears wander in alarm; my rustling petty faith in my late manhood makes me cry! Terrible resentment is spreading in the trenches of my gray, bleeding soul! Substantial intent is starting to gather! As a prisoner, I am forced to stare around grid days! As a sick chest, I shudder around myself! I feel an unmoved resignation in missed opportunities that don’t support - but haunt me!
 
My expectations are already wasting time! My selfish decay is also sharpened by needle-sharp teeth, it hurts more and more, it chews and chews! - A despair terrifying in my beating heart like a series of new tachycardia landslides: destructive, loneliness of consciousness seeps through the cracks of annual rings! On cold nights, mold-and-white wax puppets, like prostitutes, exploitable indifferent people stutter on each other! - Fates, limited by their destiny, calmed down, battered by tragedies, are Being walking towards the unknown!
 
Between my crouching contemplations, there is an eternal, mischievous piece of moment: while the fierce law of Executioner times stays with me! Maybe even someone can wait for me to continue! The everyday robot continues to run within the wrinkled boundaries of Being! The completed imperfection also has a separate law! The distant insecure always fills itself with a semi-obscurity: that’s why it can happen that I always come back to myself, I turn back!
 
The Avar-rotten smell of fermentation ventilates me; the plundered tears of my face are trickled and torn by a blade-edged wind! Every minute I start to realize my stubborn guilt, and between my doubts, the remnants of faith are becoming more and more weak!

Because it can never be like the stagnant stagnant waters of everyday life! Being hanging on iris flowers can hardly resist the insidious traps that set traps! We all stepped into a planned but clumsy crash! You would be set up as a strange puppet operating on the ground, if you could survive what might just be your terrace! The rainbow is set on the trap screen of our fears and it is not possible to know exactly: how far can the border and the end point last as long as we can remain human?!
 
-Numberful, lustful envy among the pores of our nettle skin! The ****** **** of passions is still spasmodically yours, but you already feel it: heart sounds group in troubled noises! Every profitable handshake-Yes, as if shaken in your shame already, that you can’t stay almost to yourself! "This is how you surrender to the dictatorship of bloodthirsty tyrannical careers!" All your pathetic attempts are aimless, vile blunder! Once upon a time, like Lazarus, you can't wait for the rocks to shatter in front of your towers: and you shouldn't consider the unhappy as guilty, but wounded-hearted to be comforted!
 
The fluttering smiles of butterflies bred in dented corners of the mouth are rare, if you can find them: every traitorous gaze stabs another Cain’s gaze into the sincere eyes of others! All trembling, naughty fears are also pain! He who, as a child, will be terrified incompletely in the superficial world of the Living also for disproportionate dreaded nothingness! You can’t pull yourself out of your trampled past that always surrounds me during my time! The deceitful eye hides spawned honeyballs until someone finds a companion…

The man of today is resourceful if he shortens the long-promising day with a furfang! You know, it licks in a drift, but with a pale self-tanning cream it evokes the luxury of being available in a small country! It was and will be old, heartbreaking, intoxicating nostalgia, if you can imagine making its fences out of sausage for everyone! His blood boils up quickly and if you don't take care of yourself, he collapses tachycardically in the air-conditioned solitude of gyms and falls to the ground! Amazon fairy blues smile, posing above him: the shoulder species of their displeasure are immediately rearranged too!
 
Life-lie collections are inaugurated in careers also deliberately seduced! Being is the battleground for everyone; every little style of revenge comes from an instinct of balance! "Many people who didn't sell themselves spend the night in the rejection salon!" Accidental splinters settle in teary eyes or unpleasant itchy pimples on the backs! The Alien left by man is being thrown out everywhere! Everyone is playing and selfishly polishing their own well-being! "Whoever is attacked by sincerity of sincerity is perhaps even self-critical, and is almost always blind when they meet the True One!"
 
Shrewd, careeristic ants already cross each other's paths, if anything is said about their prevalence! It will be the nebula flower that develops under the bulbs, deliberately culminating in the contagious gloom of time! Sleeping rose in a glass coffin with a very hard-chewed cheekbone, and first of all, it asks everyone for a mandatory income! His heart-fidelity pretty much no longer binds anyone! Confessing the Truth in self-defense and staying in the Land of Goodness Nobody is always the hardest! - In an motionless, *****-gray mirror of water, an orphaned little child stares at us in his fears.

Now the ***** lantern light washes around in one place: my vulnerable orphanage follows the footsteps of my legs silently, following with faithfulness as a Shadow! I would put my trust in True-Eternal friendships like one who hopes for comfort from others! Their donor conversation could be a redemptive balm in an alley-smelling state of despair; I would cling to my fingers with barely known chivalrous virtues as I kneel before the Dear and send the encrypted telepaths of words out of my eyes to my petal-heart: Do you still love me?!
 
Our treasure-laden existence begins to fade if we only see what the insidious, biflowering mass culture projects before our eyes! In the house of fame, perfect happiness still lives on: flattening sneezing who only waits for the *******'s vulnerability to sacrifice herself daily on the altar of her prosperity! Tabloid newspapers and TV shows need to be taught about the juicy scandal that has befallen daily scandals - the more rubbed have been able to learn this for a long time!
 
Special attention is given to those who show off their puffy, fuller charms and alternate their passions like others in worn-out lingerie! "I have to hesitate to step into the scattered, twisted light, because I'm really just a scared kid in the adult playground realm!" I keep balancing s Get up like Jancsik I swing for myself! Sizzling envyes are still peeking at me with increasingly killer jealousy and I begin to murmur myself to the well-deep echoes of myself: will there still be Someone for whom I would also travel to the Moon if our destinies crossed the other?

As if one could sense at once that the passage of Time, like aging, is some kind of manipulable, unexpectedly prepared, live prelude to the uncertain, increasingly burdensome, because when Being ages, not only the physical attributes, but also the soul, the actors in the outside world, and relatives are less and less willing, or even more and more deliberately, to ignore those who have become useless in their greedy, petty eyes.

The wind constantly brings the sermons of old men and dog barking, that often a simple person cannot even feel like living; the latest pension plan is more of a labyrinth twisted into itself, a pitiful experiment, because no one has yet managed to build stable houses of cards from the little extras. As if they were deliberately banging their heads against concrete walls, because they know that they will never break like a humanoid skull.

A panopticon of empty illusions and imaginations still embraces its childish victims who want to hope. But for what?! The spinach-green language of executioner times keeps playing, pulling people to their liking. As if everyone is deliberately trying to outwit the system of sensual disappointments as impressions with their total sobriety, which can be manipulated in the same way by a flirtatious smile, a mischievous, eye-catching, but calculating look; all in vain! If only we could rarely hold on to the salvation of embracing or strange arms!

How much easier it would have been without the memory of the humiliated gymnastics, which, with the whipping of executioner ropes, haunted new targets every day with fear of death; only a few could understand the Truth of the present out of blood-soaked eyes! All human Judgments and murders could be measured against these only then; finally, every insidious glance was already a murderous thorn in our vulnerable hearts and we sobbed doomed to lonely orphanage like alamus, pathetic worms while we looked down at our own soul wells, gathering courage!
 
We could hardly hear that any of us had committed suicide because they could not bear the stigma-wounding evils of their bachelors! The writing campaigns also started with Executioner jokes! In a treadmill world, magnified evil also seems bigger, scarier! *****-smiled male pillars practiced slap-dancing times until the “others” could learn how to serve and pit at the same time ?! Washed, washed clothes also had to be reused, and the torn Budmilos bag cost a lot!
 
There could have been no pathetic chance for the Guardian to escape the apocalypse of everyday terrorist hells to Infinity! They were forced to tolerate the pain of the usurper as a lifeless object; the sentient Spirit was as much drained as the foreign matter from the tendons of skeletal bones!

I accept more and more convulsive loneliness every day; as a violent shipwreck, the iris-like planks of rotting trees can even be a life-saving remedy! On hesitant intentions, everyone washes their own hands and conspires again! Promises received as gifts from others are similar to vague piles, ambiguous-tapping intentions! Dew diamond beads make it harder and harder to clean the shutters on wounded faces! Echoes of echoing silence echo inward; the invisible-silent light-shadows ring around him; a self-procrastinated moment is a fleeting waste in the footsteps of my whimsical will!
 
My eyes, which are often examined, search for the dreams of dawns: they search, scan for something elusive, unattainable, so that the sincere Truth can come to the purity of Winter! Our timeless earthly existences carry the jacket shadows this way: their selfish sight-honesty is often revealed! The wallpaper of the little boy's sadness weighs heavily; sobbing in your longing, teary eyes, the stigma of my half-orphanage would cry out one last time! My rumbling ventricles, which are constantly punctured, can also look like convex cavities!
 
My silent killer is my demanding drum, and every second there is another incomprehensible countdown bomb that is making an explosive! More than a thousand organized thoughts flow through my active brainstorms, and yet the existing, feasible Future - even after so many years - is increasingly welcomed by the shadows of uncertainty

Brutally exhibitionist, neo-superficial, cyber era! Inwardly infinite questions, man has also become a sinking multicultural receiving machine; shares information, accepts and already knows the "how am I?" - also digitally cheats on networks cheat windows! Everyone longs for a carefree, careless stone-richness, and that would immediately caress and lie with their bare limbs in the big, lukewarm Nothing! From a new perspective, the money-centric world still revolves around a cage that is still imprisoned; it has become a selfish, selfish gathering of degraded, animalized necessities of life!
 
The more glass deals a sole proprietor engages in, the more fruitful his or her milk business is, even on average fourteen-hour shifts a day, you can get tachycardia or, for consideration, turn your invested, remaining life into suicide! - Burnt-out ***** wrecks may remain from people emptied into mere cages; cared out pet wants everyone to be! Those who have finally called for minority existence are now swaying for new tracks! Crowns the hearts of many with fame in the evening; and many times everyone behaves: selfish, hypocritical phlegm in showcase-likeness, as if they had a contract with the national association of Spanish wax manufacturers!
 
Why does it have to float in the rings of dream careers and existence-pulling chasms as a lost hour pointer and pointer of every self-confessing deer-face?! - Feasible memories of desires and instincts are also embodied as despised, ripple dreams

Like Óbuda's brat - although I was born only on the road to Vienna, anno at the silenced end of the Cold War - this coincidence can be proved only by the suffocated amniotic fluid and the cracked placenta sheath as evidence - in fact, like chubby at the same time - although I had little to do with working with babies! In the section, my father is a bodybuilder,

and as a driver he was inspired and viribel, and my mother's poor lunar pathologists could not have done it with my gentler and quieter ghost patience! "Maybe the baby's throat got stuck in a tree?" What about this ******* screaming like that? ” - they said hesitantly, impatient - and maybe even then I started to cringe at the upset from the bottom, you won't be a sponge cake with your vulnerability!

With my roar, my desire to live, and this is how I cut the illuminating fuse out of my common sense: Family members couldn't grin anyway, "It's still a crumb!" - and then they grinned:

At the same time, if, relying on one’s assumptions, one doesn’t understand something - there’s no particular change now either. And I followed for years a year, and the desperate half-heartedness advanced in the small dweller and expanded into a large dweller; there is also a chatter-stumbling fear on the neck. But they had to live and survive in existence and escape the frenzied, insane heads of animals with a series of gloomy days: Gorillas subjugating body, soul, soulless and gazing, twisted their happier moods or fleshy hands. - The wounded, bleeding gloom of remembrance must not be forgotten at any cost by the selfish and appropriated need for happiness!

My blood rebelled against you: The mark of the One One or the exalted ones shone on your Pearl-shaped forehead! "Mischievous, kacky Saint lights were playing in your eyes, and my victim, you know, was heartbreaking." The dazzling, sharp knife-tip yarn of millions of sunlight trembled on the beautiful arch of your lips! How good it would have been to have the artful snow fields of your skin now with a thirsty flame of kisses

to envelop and know: Our silent heart beats with the immortal Universe at the same time - your vulnerable, girly smile, fit, virtuous will never show up again: Your radiance slowly fades around me into memory, an elusive dream - focus on killer crossfire!

You would still apologize, you might explain everything with your mouth - "That wasn't the case!" Please forgive me for being caught around by storms of passion! ” "I'm afraid there will be no boarding on the love ship several times!" You would have to dive into the all-forgetting, fast-paced flow of Being - so I can forget you forever! Your eyes have become relentless fireballs, my compliments to you: Empty word thumps, thrown-out, meaningless improvisations like the bottomless well of lovers from which the desire to get rid of is sure to be doubtful! “The glorious candlesticks of the long-cherished heavenly bliss have gone out in you; that you could be happy and satisfied - whenever you wanted next to me? Your anger as the icebreaker of the Antarctics as the assassin of ruthlessness has suddenly hit your heart - and it will take a lot of time

while in the spinning of mortal grains of sand you will recognize your missed opportunity for yourself! You might finally realize that the immortal flames of millimeter paper production and letters were just for you, alone.

Actions intricate wick squeaking sky, glowing opportunities breeding farm! An aging buddy of longings! What else is driving you?! The selfishness of our memories is sure to break our murderous indifference! Bronze-brown, hibernated dreams are vented by a superstitious, exotic look: it looks like a rose window with colorful glass shards making its way to itself!
 
It is better to count the pathetic Fragments of Life for ourselves every day that can be restarted: full of wound-spirits in our souls! Fear, dread, sits side by side, as if evacuated to interiors! You can see stars gloriously shining, in which the formula of immortal love is still moving! A single proud light will split through our broken selves! Only the one who can really understand and disappear can enter my beating heart! I should exist in Being; to know and always depend on the whims of the given vulnerable situation?!
 
Why can’t we clarify human concepts as morals of an independent individual?! "I arrived on deliberate sidings, not like a conscience guarding hearts, but like an arrow fired more boldly from tense nerves!" - It comes to the edge of the breathable surface every third day! My creative goodness is both barren and skinny! The cloud is afraid of angels! Maybe everyone can guess I lost selfishly and I would say goodbye to the world in every living smile! My beating, melancholy heart tasted a sure crisis many times when he saw through true emotions!
 
Bleed lazily through all the afflicted, junk Dawn: the overweight Horizon! The wind also stabs as a wound! True tears fell from cracked, grim cloud blocks…

In the ring of memories, there is silence bribed silently: Behind its soul barricade, his life is squeezed out like a juicy lemon every day, but even then it is not broken, and he holds his faith hard! He is a self-contained, selfishly locked prisoner, yet he is forced to look down on this shaggy, swampy attitude that the vast majority has now established! They are convicted daily in public hearings; the ridiculous role of judge and accused is all measured on him!
 
You can't be a mortal and just be judged! He understood the bled pathos of human falls early on when he felt a lack of empathy! - Magnetic couscous loads are tested to attract soul-toxic Sisyphus; seven-test rocks, if pressed to the brim, not even the falling-star-eyes will cry. “Idiots disinfected with idiots are in vogue, while many are chasing the single-color rainbow for no purpose!
 
He wasted loyalty to sincere friendships and immortal Loves! He felt a lively, breathing body amid the petals-dismantling kisses superstitious of the Universe; a brain shaker that flowed out of open wounds sooner True! - In his own case, he never asked for apology or forgiveness; yet he could not serve with his life whose death they had already forgotten in his life!
 
There could be nothing to be ashamed of in the fall of Sisyphus! He died with dignity a billion times, and somehow, leaning on a stick like an aggastyan, he stood up slowly; carried the unquenchable Calvary in his shipwrecked heart! “He tried to stay clean inside so that people could say: he faced Cassandra’s ominous future many times! Living with one Spirit without deceit is a human task worthy of heart! "In our handshakes, the betrayal of Judas is secretly and insidiously being prepared!" As a final greeting, the Savior Angel also falls, falls on his face!

In vain would many useless dreams be cherished by the proud consciousness, but the serpentine-killer Being spikes are constantly injuring our arms! In the cracked crevices of roof tiles, like a straining medical temper, he stretches the boundaries of insidious water drops of insidious water drops; thief as a stalactite of icicles weaving icicles the cherishing roof of the home house! In the spaces of my accumulating, commissioning years, I meditate many times long! Let me ****** you calmly rabbit tail, undigested miracle!
 
How much can my faithful culture be worth in the unfaithful-unworthy present?! The eternal-child's heart-busting harbor-kills comforted them with their rocking dreams and message that on the heart-stage of the games we can always be one-of-a-kind Unity halves of our other half! What kind of noble service existence can it be, which returns to its spiral circles selfishly, while mourning the past and the future at the same time?! - The fallen human heart would wink towards intoxicating, exotic romances, and honey could easily become bitter in the face of its petals!
 
There is already such a vicious, disenfranchised grace in the flirtation of angels that an orphaned shipwrecker can only understand with stuttering; in all innocent, childish sadness I mourn the volatile movement of my blonde being! I watch as a frightened, petty animal that dreams voluntarily fall into the redemptive Nirvana Gorge into nothingness! Conversely, I carry skewed shadows alternately in my soul and in my curving back as well! "Behind the backs of silence, the well-conscious, sneezing ness digs a pit:" You can rarely defy yourself alone with your destiny! " - Days of residual embers glowing in my green eyes pond, and I would wait for my liberating Beloved!

Bucket; pounding ***** knock on the windows. Perhaps this is how the ominous sky sends us hidden star messages: Millions of tears from a meteor and comet shower brazenly, sadly the wind! Man is often better, fleeing to cowardice - a bed pulls into a cherishing loaf, hesitantly tolerating the gloomy veil of the night being torn apart by the pointed dentures of lightning: Whip-popping rumbles!

I can only listen to the murderous, compromised silence of the indifferent nature, sandan from the craters of telltale eyes, staring with a sly blink; fears, dreads, horror mists are attracted to each other, and they are not let go by strangulation - on the levels of nightmares.

I succumb to the roosting distortion of cosmoses! Raw diamond-hard reality is burdened only by my loneliness: It would be good to be comforted in maternal lap caring harmony only one last time! - I saw angry nihilistic sorrows fluttering from apocalyptic skies, and I imagined: The vanity of misunderstanding sits proudly on the ruins of my common sense!

Even in a disturbing chaos, madness is leaking, now I would just want to lock myself in between lightning-fast home walls, where celestial threat proves to be little, because there can be no other harm from raging rage - I would have looked up if there had been watchful stars! And so consoling in the midst of so many ordeal-like celestial horrors and plagues,

your self-sacrificing smile would have had a gracious effect on me! In vain! The meteor tears of the unspeakable pain of heaven still torment me!

Whether the character s intention; a lustful, insidious, skillful will that will pave the way for petty self-interest to further liar-careerist paths! In an influential, constantly administered reality, everything has already sunk to the ground of one possible Impression Information! - Organized back into itself, another elk stroking a woman grows up as a bagpipe, holding even a valuable conscience for sale in exchange for fatter jobs!
 
The partisan court rejects the legitimate grievances of the people with real sincerity without a sock: paid shop window sensational lawsuits are needed for paid and false witnesses accustomed to flea markets! In imaginary fright, it is often believable to besiege ordinary peoples with bills instead of revenues stipulated in contracts! At the same time, we all carry the picture on our own: how will the wheel of our destiny turn without the help of certain helpers in the twilight of our old age, which can be sunk into an oldster pose?!
 
We have known for a long time, and many rely on it: in the labyrinths of compromises, trampled atonement can rarely occur; in our unreconciled torments there is still the trembling cry of wounded pains that tremble and groan! Many swear by the Hungarian lifestyles enriched with ecstasy, and when the era of realizations may have come a long time ago, everyone washes the ***** and forgiving sins of their pasts alone! - The collector's tinsel is already multiplying in human culture standards, it is easy to die in the sure prospect.

The afternoon dream, as a selfish, inner corridor, always connects the deep dissolution, the remorse that begins to take root! The hell-fatigues of daily cramps torment the formula of a writhing-throbbing body! On the catacomb pitfalls of awake consciousness, the man of Sisyphus easily falls! It is guarded by a hidden, childish creature that is also deliberately hidden by the shade of balsamic sunlight! As an eccentric passenger of a spiritual shuttle, Nirvana's flower gaze is strained by Man every day!
 
Slowly, you can only thrive in a world of tumbled tabloid shows! In declining days, it would have been better to weave butterflies from rainbow butterflies and preserve the Hearts of Loyalty as silk of throbbing petals! "In the colorful collection of button-pounding, wretched miserable, modest cabbage butterflies are drawn just like the traitors!" The mind, like a hot volcano, is constantly swallowing, grinding the weight of our thoughts to itself, as the waste **** is already accumulating in all of us!
 
Magma under construction is in danger of explosion! You've tensed to gnashing your teeth so far, when they're just tossing you with curse words and unworthy deeds! "We should be weightless in the air, even when others are chained!" Being, as a faulty, eternal restraint, devours itself in moderation! Weekly swallowing tolerance is already a nasty refraction: in the craters of your ears, silence drums at melancholy beats!
 
Your creature trembles, panting, while your rattling machine brain is already clicking! We explain the neck-breaking hairpin bends of our lives with the traps of our own traitor! A weak, hesitant toddler in a watchful pear light always took me aside

It would often be good to step out of the deliberate cover of blind spots, which humiliate anyone who is invisible to the average little man, so that there should be this perpetual eclipse in human heads. You should not be easily lost in the puffy soul. Now this is going on: small and medium -sized enterprises can be stuck at any time on each other's hanging tree just because the larger -smelling sharks will ride everything and everyone that is possible.

Cheap Judas golds in their expensive trousers, or just their latest sports cars; Alligators are so fierce to prey, waiting quietly. For them, just an unexpectedly bad time to live on to their liking; Failure trends are increasingly being taken to the wrong direction. You shouldn't go to the east - but where humanity remains, the little spark of humanity.

The silent news brother, of course, is, of course, as an additional scapegoat, is wrapped in a single air promise. Ten little fingers sure I say was shaking enough on the trigger. - The constant restless anxiety should always be observed in the depths of the inner walnut souls.

For years, every little man has been hesitant on the edge of the platform, as if only this could have been the only place for others to be in the number of people; As if the faces should not look elsewhere in just one direction. They were stuck with stunned beetles among the neon reflectors of existence. The petty thoughts close, as are the metro doors narrow and smoky tunnels in the dark depths!

You draw the tender, expressive, sculptural bulges of your knees after your empty exams: you sit contemplating and grieving, forgetting all your trite, misguided blunder and mistakes in the classroom — halfway through waterfalls from the emptied craters of your eyes. Before he swallows, swallows, and chews guilt and idyllic doubt, "Did I do everything for the goal?"

- Just think for a minute, because with your piercing eyes you can see around you, a deceptive world of interest, where anonymous mechanics shape your already written and posted Fate, all the appearing and untargeted targeting, space and wrangling, all the important and silenced, wounded words. , which the thoughtless way has cut into each other's breakable heads.

The emotion, desire, and movement that has accumulated in each of your biological members - your present moment has been destroyed impersonally, and the involuntary gulling of danger pervades day by day. You despise into a precious prey of carnivores, meat marchers, if you just don’t take care of yourself. Your future will carve a gallows for you, and as your enthusiastic executioner you can hardly wait to hang it, and as someone who has been spat on from afar, your life will gradually move to a well-deserved bed. You would beg for goodness and forgiveness if you were from whom!

The journey of delusions into unexpected hell has long tormented you, and hope also blindly gropes its scarce and poor possibilities; everyone is terrified and shivering by the unknown: Some hide their secret, while others consciously hide their fears - You know your selfless truth alone, and while you work and help others daily, the overwhelming loneliness consciousness carves a coffin over your life: You know, you can't trust nobody!

It is increasingly limping or shattering, Mihasna's Perpatvar, Vocabulary preaching is an obsco of the long -brainwashed thoughts. Because almost everyone already knows, or at least guessing that chess steps - sure, sure - should be harmed with a higher power, and do not press unnoticed the certainly prepared, symbolic red button that can deliver a giant mushroom cloud.

They put on the infinite, illusion sheet of lies, if necessary, if not, as if the human soul would have been more ancillary loss or a commodity to its waist; There are plenty of people who may even have a weedwriting in fruit flavors with a calm heart, as it serves their wise interests. It is as if they get used to it in the cells to be angry with themselves in the cells, not just the world that has become a place.

Because all depths, falls, are also a mouse hole in itself, from where it is not possible in the spiral labyrinth circles, as they deliberately removed the clamp-opening, redeeming keys to existence. Rather, everyone is deliberately nesting in the tuna indifference and forgotten behind their fence, where the silence has long been filled with dirt. Temporary immobility, like some silent betrayal, enters the pores of the mucus skin unnoticed.

The interiors - perhaps you can barely notice it - shrink into an increasingly narrow mouse -sized cage, in which the free -born soul stumbles. The image of your face is just wrinkled, washing grooves, it is not yet known whether the dirt or just aging.

Subject to reflective misconceptions, not only who you were, but nowadays increasingly who you could have been; They are very ******* with unbreakable threads, as are the habit of tied fools, or the pigs taken to the slaughterhouses, and you can't understand yourself; In the old, grotesque world in which you were forced to prosper as if the cross -sections of the interior were becoming more and more scarce.

You could hardly recognize the smells who just stopped by you, that you. Is it good or malicious to a person hidden in the given branded, expensive suits - at the same time towing, knocking, treading, or, if you like intentionally, it is necessary to not only only the Alamus ants in this world, but also the unworthy Caesar.

There is no one who can speak to you as a wisdom of libraries, and you would listen to you with interest, because you would feel from the inside that you can trust it, so you can give it to your true, real simple word. - The memories of the soul that are embedded in stories so they quickly fall out of bribes.

There are no abandoned houses to be considered home. On the sharp pebbles or is forced to balance while your legs are wounded by the stone; It would be good to have an inner map that leads to an encrypted guide that would whisper the one-to-one as a gullible heart: maybe it can't be too late, maybe someone is waiting for you!

A stateless, orphaned planet orbits itself! An invisible body to the outside world! Foreign matter in the mess! With a restrained spin, shake off the unnecessary frills, false Promises! He would entrust His selfish Judgment Truths to frightened deer eyes if he could! He would cling to a desperate survivor in the icy Cosmos space! Faceless trembling abandoned and alone!
 
It does not completely lose its Sunlight, which is still foolishly glowing around its axis! - The unspeakable number of measured sins, and no matter how hard the dwarves would try, is covered by the public media: the scapegoats may have remained perhaps the true Heroes: they do not escape their responsibilities! The innocent supplications of the lived truths float in interstellar space with importance! One could humbly learn to wear human proportions: not to grow and not to sink beneath them!
 
We will be identical with our sins and testimonies once; you should believe, learn and always be afraid of conscious insecurity! - Your self-deceptive loneliness is still breathing: Morality and Humanity are useless here! In time-carved nests, death alone works! Do you want to be a silly victim or a treasure-preserving skeleton? You would cut yourself out of a multitude of people so that you would not be left stateless buried permanently! He will solve and sum up a patient, despised bed-pit, if indifference is shattered: you have already put down Balsors and blind luck!
 
Your begging child smile no longer affects anyone, even in your freezing self-discipline! He is exposing himself today if he shows the essence of the Spirit! Fear s fear bends like a chronic stomach cramp! - Your responsibility has been in eternal readiness for many years as an embezzled responsibility! Reality degrades itself into a troublesome appearance.

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.

A rock of torment has become my daily bread! I move homeless among the screaming traps of trapped wilderness! I pack valuable books on my bookshelf ribs every day! The noble soda coats of the spark-igniting intellect! In striking, deepening sand, a wise Sisyphus follows a scroll passing within me with edible diligence; my shoulders often crack! Janus-faced leashes stagger at me while fiddling with responsibilities! From the rich sunbeams of bud-radiating eyes True beads swirl!
 
Muses and Gods will hardly shake hands with me! - I bow myself many times and my heart-pounding heartbeat warns me; it can't end well! I would scare the ugly Death with the Beloved I found! Dissatisfied fat on the verge of life! - My dead end is a birch wolf stack; as a blind mole, I can only cling to possible answers!
 
I can seldom enter a world surrounded by a cloud-padlock: its butterfly shadows appear to be the beautified Future; the No-Compassion is impatient to sneak up every day! Where should I straighten my existence is the Order of the Deniers! Suicides are pleading with begging sonatas between clashes! My tormented face is painted with a rainbow; you can only smile when exposed to a cherishing sunbeam! - The vile exclamation mark of piles of mud: How could you survive on this sensationalist earth when many are the God of money alone ?!
 
Continuous, lustful readiness becomes a stateless wanderer; ****** stars would curse my vulnerable soul! As an eluded, whimsical Shadow, when can you call me with your Dear Loyalty Kisses?

Nowadays, modernization and the rate of development are intentional and at all times; It fells or just caught, spinning - falls out again as a black man. Because there is no way out of the dreadful bag -shaped, fat patch body; At least that's what you see without the zero empathy of the visceral, exhibitionist world. However, staying within the depths of the soul would be so good to drill and search for so many encrypted, apocryphal gateways, low-borne wormholes, even between the tilted taps.

Once used in flu grids, different give trendy-Sikk fashion, beauty, or lifestyle management tips; How should I exist in a nicer, livelier way?! Superficial benevolence is just a cheap, pathetic disaster packed in another shop window, from which the average is never profitable-it would only fit one of the uninhabited questions of forever: Do you still like to be miserable?

In addition to the misconceptions, they also possess the petty thoughts that have become brainwashed, because they think they can be better; Rather, they are in the same place, even when they do, because they believe in a given system, which - in general - is already saying who the ones who are in effect, even if this whole pathetic, rotten rotten hood is all together.

The fact that the average -perhaps -is a bit impossible and at the same time seemingly nonsense -absurd. Like the amphibian ants running around us, I was both guilty, and a deliberate desire for a shipwreck!

Blurred in the crowded details of reality, the lamp-lighting lights of rising dawns quickly disappear, fading; between depth and height there can hardly be a way out only full of screaming gaps! Space will be transformed into sounds; in a stroking-gentle touch with a single love fingertip, there is a pronounced, eternal emotion: wide pupils radiating happiness, longing for the immortality of leaping minutes, which is deliberately distorted by the magical power of visions!
 
True Seers always ***** and live in the usual, uninhabited light! Vulnerable pain opens its petals for a long time and would call on the Beloved of its loyalty! The survivable calvary of everyday life is roaring in groups in stunning looks! - Stations of quests ring in the shells of ears like cracked bell tongues in haunting vocals! Creatures that have gone wild in fallible will not be affected by forgiveness! As a selfishly greedy antrocious, they live only for themselves!
 
Already everywhere there are so many selfish, calculating hand-washing Pilate houses voluntarily in exchange for star-bombing gases; this is how lonely Golgotha people become exiles! "A broken-sounding judgment-requiem begs for melancholy orphanage into the night: No one should be a debtor-mercenary of insidious greed!" - Smiling with handcuffs, they can stab anyone in the back; it ripens when ripe and smells of stings The Silence of Betrayals!
 
Like a bad conscience, I am coding wandering between four walls with my selfish sins: my missed opportunities are confronted daily by the formula of my fears! A constant sense of danger forces you to wake up urgently

In my happy Marsyas youth - since I am not much more hairless now, Love existed only as mutual fear and dread! Selfish love was Judas kiss Nothing else! The secret rupture lurked in his mouths, and in the moments he offered, the tongue remained silent so that he could mow down his relentless theses! The Eye blew tears, and the fear of the house rooted in our feet,

that in a fraction of a minute we became traitors to the sure Universe - and we didn't regret it, because it was good: We did the first ****** then! The silence whispered secrets over our heads: Our punishment is returned as stigma wounds by the eternity of our day! And where the wooden bridges of the heart were scorched by the compromising betrayal, there were vultures ranching! And because fragile existence has now begun to destroy the remaining stumps of the heart - all stateless

rehearsal: Momentary immortality ended sooner with the Act; We let ourselves be defeated: We cannot control our human brains, our complex and upset emotions. And that Mercy and grace are truly Human-hearted? Doubt and hopelessness endlessly carry out Prometheus' distrusts: There is no and cannot be a sure point in Life - one cannot know the laws of invisible decisions. It only vegetates with its life among those who exist meaningfully!

- In the end, we get out, - this time surely from Existence, that we did not dare in the eyes of the cathedral instead of the truth of our words; Whine confessions: Your lack is chasing suicide for sure, with stubborn stupidity about how much I love you! - I finally stayed what I was:

 Eighty-five percent of his body is a hairy-bodied forest dweller, to whom Being has immortally given a single nymph look, and who, because he had a slightly unfavorable physique, could only message in poems instead of the War of Kisses!

There is hardly any noticing: the sensitive or intentionally tuna indifference, like an infectious disease, is becoming more and more comfortable, making it more at home for individual people to make the nature of a fundamentally indifferent, superficial, careless. Because between the two points they are not just yawning, looking into our eyes - but the distances believed to be impassable.

As if there was no departure or arrival, just the humilizable consciousness of the crook systems between the two endpoints, which, to say the least, has long promised that what we have begun may be much better than development or the only possible attraction. Because now we can feel the sacred harmonious tranquility of times in our molecules and cells in our molecules and cells.

In addition to the rose-sleeved mornings, we should count with the almighty pleasures of the rose-toe mornings to recall the cycle of life and the apocryphal interpretation of life; It is as if everyone and everyone secretly feel how finally it is, to say, the awareness of finite trace ...

There is a hesitant shadow on the movable corpses of existence; Therefore, it would be good to squeeze your Angel's dear Babuster's hand. The tiny diodes of the ever-restless brains are thinly stunned by an exhausted constellation, what could have been a more livable and happier life, if it happens!

Splatter - pretty much - I didn’t even know, in my beautifully ringing compliment-bouquet tongue, and yet you dragged it into your heart like a stifling magnetic clasp as if the secret gates of our souls were closed only to uninitiated eyes! Who is completely robbed of the experience of the universe of the Experience, the tangible moment: Like a cooling waterfall, I fell inside me

as recognition, it is the eternal connection of your being, and I would have been immersed in the redeeming waves of your night-black hair. “Now all my memories that seem insignificant are remembered from the charming autumn spirits of your face; from the indelible, comforting compassion of your being and in all my better days: When there is no pessimistic mood, nor sinking self-pity

scares me - I think of you, and I can only believe: From a distance, you ever do that, and you forgive me for not being a Initiator! - Irrevocably enchanted into my home, my second house, the visible imagination - I will be satisfied, sad, lean figure in his own rot: Perhaps bitterly, exiled by love: My dissatisfaction is already growing every day!

As a dream chaser, I would allow myself to hide in the camp of illusions of fidelity and devotion against a lost world of ordas: and were you the immortal flame of rampant Reality? "Believe me, and that's better than anything now."

it aches more permanently than ore and hurts apocalyptic!

Help is less and less coming from a knife-throwing hand backwards! Account for the perpetrator of the victim too! They are believing the freelancer with outlets! There are no longer organized forms in the breaking of seventious garments, but intentional, ugly flirtation prevails; in their murderous conquest, Alpine jokes are also immersed and then deliberately immersed! - Through dazzled sensationalist-eyed eyes, the Simplified Man also searches for obtainable Dreams! Tired and cared for its existence! Squeaky loves Gentle kiss, kind emotion becomes a moment in the stations of the Universe!
 
We are alluding to ourselves in the lunar moonlighting between our lies; collisions of intent rarely end in a romantic way! Any vacuum is already unbearable; if the treasure Dear flaming smile cannot welcome the flaming dawn! - Subordinate Fates disintegrate and evaporate! Traveling sorrows are reflected in testifying eyes; over-dramatized, brain-gesturing gestures still prevail on the stage of raging swings! Where might the playful smell of childhoods labeled innocent appear?!
 
Why does it exist that responsibility is being deliberately forgotten today? In a reprehensible, murderous look, insidious complicity flies and waits quietly: the benefits of trophy opportunities are worthy! You should win a kiss through petals and not for intent! In a period of foreseeable end-expectations, I would enjoy conscious, compassionate consolation: as mothers ’response to the heart-echoes of child-voices!

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.

Sparkling neon lights, whimpering with sparkling laughing spheres, miracles can rarely be born! In sparkling, challenged, columnar lanes, crowded minute-people march in crowded, otherworldly rows! Festive gifts also look like foamed drywall, and the shining, shining smiles shine more like artificial liver grimaces!
 
The transitional period of peaceful tranquility may soon lead to convertibility! “Hopes of appearances glistening in squinting eyes sway with rusty credulity as if anything could change here! Infamous-famous people are selfishly interested in self-interest advertising tricks and distribute free food, and if they listen to the click of non-flashing flashes in a self-adoring way, they step down without a word! - Skeleton-armed trees ritually descend shamanic dancing on their own, babies wrapped in blankets in the depths of the underworld are still trembling!
 
With shrunken-squirmed penguins-Sisyphus, they can barely want to talk! Everyone is imbued with bone-penetrating, ice-cold selfishness; relationships also begin to rot unnoticed, as the love of loyalty is measured by luxury and prosperity by “some”! - Everyone feels and already knows that he is in no way willing to put up with loss; the onion peel of their personality is punctured, and they intentionally move into a subdued terrestrial Twilight zone, where they are already enslaved as slaves of money!
 
Flourish-white estasy faces in intoxication would still try to balance the last ones on the iris-lifted staircase before total, helpless dream image hibernation could finally begin! Love is becoming more and more inconsolable, it should be redeemed with tolerant empathy until it is too late

The Golden Horse of the Present cannot be collected by man these days; he would rather let his own selfish footprint, which could have at least testified to his having lived and existed here, be lost and lost in the silent Times. His dry soul is simultaneously squeezed by the bittersweet tears of sorrow that rise from the depths of his gut, which he has always shed for Someone, and never for himself.

He knows about himself: the freshly cut green blade of grass will sooner or later bury anyone, even if he is careful. Where have the cheap, petty plans of the day after tomorrow's scheming gone?!

Desire was a deliberately shortened vanity, just like the instinct instilled in biology, because life itself had become increasingly complicated, and the appearance of tolerance, which we wished to possess by right of birth, could hardly be endured, because it would be good to tattoo question marks into the window of the vile blind mind, so that there would be light in the brainwashed Gorgon heads.

The footprints of those leaving and those arriving - I fear - cannot even meet halfway; it seems as if man himself, as an idle observer, were constantly postponing the unexpected landing, which would still be left from his shallow lifestyle. Because the painted parody of the future, nicknamed the future, seemed to have long since nested itself in the mud of possible tomorrows!

As a prisoner of Ordinary Times, we are gradually dying back to Time! Waiting for the stars, we can be filthy, prey of hordes soon, if we have to crouch in an unknown Future! Our passing is legal! You can't lift up to a happy vision! It has become an obsession that the universe eyes receive with closed petals and we cannot make happy the Angel who came to us voluntarily! "Out there we can know idiotic insane people are raising small realms and they are afraid of silence-screaming velvet - the poet is silent with intent in us, because he could not find a sure audition!"
 
We can only selfishly carry our offended souls to the secret reef of wakefulness; curved in the Present Time the liberated dream is therefore suspicious! A star-watching, alert lattice raven delel, and you would flee into space into the home of the naked Honesties, where the Truth of Faithfulness counts alone! - Our sobbing heart cries into silence at once: Interrogate us! "How did we get here ?!" "Many promising parables give birth to idolous moments in numb brains!" Suicidal nights fall into Moon Lake!
 
We cannot look back at the past of our past, because as Lot we freeze into salt! We will always feel the smell of concence that greedy wild herds are sure to follow! We can't run for a lifetime! Jasmine-scented kills shelter should be sought while Time is getting tighter! - The given Word has become a stripped, broken idol and can only wander; hatched by itself like a dream! The Watching Light is also an ancient statue of our dazzles

In the depths of murderous silences, the haunting dawn gradually grinds its teeth: the Brain dreams of love when everything is forgivable! Old-fashioned pink-syrupy worlds thus rest in sentient hearts; singers' immortal poet-soul circulates in boats! Sparkling sparks still keep the eloquent listening deep in the hearts! From the milk mist of growing nights, when can the only Dear one come to give us, who cherishes the eternal child in us? You are asking your destiny while rebuking yourself: what could have ruined you so far that you have sunk your Will into yourself?!
 
The cheapened era of endless promises will be heard through the glass of your windows! The shadow of the depths often swings from the otherworldly surfaces of the walls! It always embodies, but the Dream itself grinds! He often got lost among your shouting thoughts; gap-idiot Celebrity chirps chirp even more jerky party faces chirping! The looted intellect is sobbing when it has to be; comet lights to pieces! Your inner, dying light also falls asleep like a suffocated flame!
 
The expected happiness cannot be achieved! The stuttering of days is still cold! Your beating, heart attack heart has long been rusting! Let them dust off, let them shake off if you do the beauty in the way of knights! The narrative petals of bouquets of flowers fall into tears! Jingling at you staring at the infected Present! Even your sparkling hopes are already sinking! The never-before-promised Promise superstitious lips have been overwhelmed by the giving of the Word! Crusher Times are a breath of dust or just, but you still exist

my own heart, the Quyothe of the Guardian Loyalty is thirsty for someone! I narrowly miss the haunting shadows of raven-feather nights when I think about how much I missed everything and missed the lovable connections of Being! How vulnerable every tiny human story has become, and one by one I would have escaped myself from the hyena-throat of fears that, like a fluttering herd, moan soul-splitting!
 
In me, maybe it's just the spent Pearl of Truth Human! My own flesh eats up my flesh and feasts moderately on my heart attack. If I were a true Man - I was already annihilated and I had to arrive at the scene of my selfish humiliation every day so that I would not descend into a arrogant slump! Sometimes I still feel the depth of my soul buried, crusted in the depths of the trench, I still guard and protect the vulnerable, shaky Child! Instead of the claws of self-milling, self-marking remains for the time being! The frantic shards of the scared tiger-flame Moon slit his flame arms into the wall of my room while constantly hurting and hurting me too! I’d rather be Robinson’s hermit, an all-survivor than a brainwashed, jerky idiot who drowns himself to a low standard every day to claim and grab his five-minute reputation pathetically but at all costs!
 
Indifferent and superficial In the hay of interest, I would rather not be a Victim - but in emigrant loneliness I am constantly protesting for Man until the pain can alleviate! With a vigilant-killer gaze, the World if I let him, ”he gritted his outstretched teeth at me,“ and once wouldn’t have asked, ‘Could you help?!

A centrifugal dance of a cotton swab cloud around houses. The grass is now growing even lower - in vain do shaggy, impenetrable bushes, leg-damaging tares beat the rampant ground. Nor is a soul created as a raging farmer treading a furrow mark resolutely, into silent turns, uninhabited fields: It seems that nature is not planning a new garden here.

Staring at myself like a barely twenty-nine-year-old, tender, inexperienced relic, I sometimes just discuss important things out loud, without an audience! I have always searched for the whimsical caverns and rock beds of mole flights. Frozen lump of hair with Sisyphus-like teeth, like the Coward, I could only hide - escape at all costs

s way of eternal losers. A stubborn environment that does not accept human desires has always attracted me and, as a cautious, hesitant stepper, set aside new challenges and risks and bypass them as I flow the Times, I slip into silent futures!

Now the prophetic word of many: Roar! Their view: Assassination! I should be able to vote in confidence for others who are my relatives in the hitherto uncharted areas of the breathing conscience, - but it suddenly comes as a humiliated attack, unprepared:

Behind the cheap glossaries of indictments of the stars that have been forgotten and now forever remembered, we are hiding cautiously - we ourselves are afraid of painful, Vulnerable Truths!

Life is tiring more and more tired in me: there can be no lasting way out of nowhere! My purple anxieties in my loneliness are flourishing! It would be nice to tear down the massive walls with which I deliberately encircled myself! The creepy desolation of the cellular grids, in which you can’t hold my trembling hand in my hands, dear no matter how hard the compliments try under my tongue! "In my bones a cold of the Cosmos is guarding me, and the Silence behind creation is lurking in my ear!" I will live in the cliff corner of the Universe and I will be too complicated for myself too! With his bone fingers above me, Fate knocks the beat while always watching vigilantly and making sure to hook myself up for sure bagatell nothingness!
 
The visions of the creep of my dreams, when chimeras step into reality - come to life! Breaking down though my willpower believed to be solid, I voluntarily failed under Moonbeam loads! In me, a big kid with an unshaven face is searching for the value of true Friendships! - The dreams of the night, although I'm not talking about it, wear out a lot! The boring weight of my monotony is growing: who can balance his created life between alley pits and thin threads at the same time as an everyday burden! - I'm still alive and that's the biggest responsibility!
 
I have to be careful not to inhabit my Spirit Halls in preserved emptiness! Tears of rolling through the broken windows of my eyes can walk in and out! A treasure-plaster falls from my heart, and I still can't know who will be a donor and a savior who will pick up the fallen tiles with his swan hands?!…

Whatever you managed to say in your life, it stuck on the surface of the yawning water mirror. Because you know that no one can remain a separate island, the shore of which could not be linked to loyalty, love, love, or at least the fragmentary, momentary appearance of happiness. You have to keep your petty, translucent secrets for thirty years. As a snow -white canvas, you imagine the whispering of double life, even though you will soon realize only a burnt -out poraroid.

The pathetic stumbling blocks of your childhood are mostly forgotten, which will then be taken for the rest of your life every day; Because you would deliberately melt yourself into your narrower treacherous environment so that you do not accidentally cover the one you have survived. His dream teeth are concealed by the stray dream, and what the dawn is as if you were deliberately forgetting that you still have to do it here.

Just ask yourself the recurring question: are you resigning to the current position of your stuff, or would you rather change, but you have no idea where you can go?! Somewhere inside, you can feel that for the rest of your life, you have to beg a lot of things at the expense of others, not to be taken seriously as an equal party, to find the ways of your unsteady answers.

The deepest rabbit cavity of the Earth is not spacious enough until you accept it and get used to the parameters of your own prepared, born-of-the-bed loneliness.