Wait for me again! Silently open your arms. It’s so nice to get lost in your flag-burning eyes now that I’ve long forgotten! You kept my head in the midst of your banging, purple bangs, and you cared my serenity to caress me caringly! As the caring mom evokes fear and the shadow of terrible goblins in the evening!
The unquenchable universe of truth is scorched by the flames in this minute that we have both received as gifts. Above my face you are: A blessed-looking, full-smiled angel. The wings of your protective swan hand weave around the abundance of my oak shoulders, my hairy, prolific Enkidu chest weaves around like an amber tendril,

s sudden! Wait for me! If you love don't go! The prison cell of the ancient loneliness has been let go, it will not let go. “I bathed with you when you were by my side in your infinite harmony, in your spacious sea-lap, which calms my rippling storms.

"I couldn't understand how long I could cling to your spasm rejection and my selfish exile?" Please don't even deny it: The first despised the tiny raging SMS You wrote and I always listened to you in the gap of your tearful hours; I supported you!

My destiny is torn! And I regret not committing the sins of my deeds anymore! Would I have ended up as a disposable rag in a love trash can ?! You tasted the silky Eden cube-wedding of my chocolate with a longing, ******-bomber: you gave a kiss even in questionable and fatal fragment-minutes!

A pre-dancer would be carved out of me in vain by the faded, sloppy World: a jerky cord! A flattered prophet and a witty eccentric, I would rather never bargain with his selfish laws if they sounded! Let the rebels breathe without me! In the open, many times I still feel bribed by my dreaded fear! As a startled little boy, I am already ashamed to go among the people who keep promising! As a disillusioned light, I would look for my prosperity, who if thrown out the door isn’t sure it will climb back out the window yet!
 
The insidious eyeball of blindfolders flashes like a loot and strikes every second; double handshake often turns into strife when there is no Eris nearby! - I ***** in the ambiguous obscurity as a stray dog and I have to beg for the pondros that have taken on human faces: "It would be good to gain experience and expertise as a friendly favor!" "One fateful day, I will eagerly be my own destiny and a compromised accomplice with a terrible organization!" The world is already facing slow motion warping; I would wait awkwardly for the right moment so that the flame of the Universe minutes could wink at me again!
 
As an unwanted payer, can the captivity of elevator shafts be left to mine alone?! Incompetent weakness surprises him by surprise; no one cares about my cared limbs! Silent, konok interest strains me and recreates my imagined dreams every day! I enter the crater of unknown moon courts in a spacesuit body and I can no longer bother that my worn shoes will smell at most! Soft intrigue, konok closure is gradually following me! Even now, as an adult, I imagine my precious Time to be spent with my loved ones!
 
The camp of the disabled did not help to find new opportunities! - Wandering mortals thrive selfishly into the gaping cavities of piles

Only the exhibitionist, almost completely unexpected intimate revelations of reality; the secret, Apocryphal dialogue of the eyes, when the eternal child lurking within us opens the closed soul doors, because in his curiosity he himself wants to peek in a little - yes! Only these small, trivial in their insignificance, commonplaces are able to touch us alone. It is imperceptible to get close to the other in such a way that trust is still dependent, but is already moving along better and better paths towards it, so that it can reach its goal and reach a haven, because it has always been necessary to resign oneself to the current state of unchangeable things.

Even the deepest rabbit hole cannot be comfortable enough for a person to be able to adapt at all. The urban, unnecessary noise is increasingly oppressing its members, because they are not able to look into themselves with enough loyalty, while they can.

Dreams are also increasingly denied only to the average person, since the privileged are able to manipulate even their own dreams; a very tiny, tiny little girl with a Barbie doll who is constantly being pulled and dragged by her lady-model mother, because precious Time is not for her - but for profit and profit, and because of this, her entire childhood is punctured and damaged.

Now we have increasingly learned to sneak through loopholes, stealthily, and live unnoticed, so that no one else suffers the unspeakable damage of our existence here on this earth; we are forced to nod unnoticed, because no one else would have undertaken the backstage cleaning of toilets in Vienna, but with a mirror shine. Meanwhile, it really didn't even occur to me when a person had truly humiliated themselves?!

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!

They put the man out of the big whole, that you. Try to cultivate the time of mortality. Inside, in the manipulated one-depth of the soul, the happy-sad dust of the past decades fluttering as sand. Because eternal moments would be good to adhere to the storage of cell-molecules, like Velcro fasteners or magnets. After forty, big harvesting begins; Thus, who tries to collect the fruit that was deserved in the way of serving crickets, or even enthusiastic ants, even what they thought could be sacrificed.

Coincidents were hanging on robbery chains, as they could have been able to stand the day -to -day pressure differences, which would have been good to compensate. The signs of life are already reflected in vain by the witnessed footprints, and the earthworms are furthermen, who are aware of the more true significance of the floods.

A thin clearing gap between our crowded feelings is increasingly rarely attacking; Secret, guessing Vates movements only rarely sing. Wherever you go, you are surrounded by obstacles, bad, unobtrusive fences everywhere in your life, which you may not be able to get rid of.

The unprotected victims dance at the edges of the gaps; Thick anniversary rings hiding in the year -rounds still hide the values ​​of our mortality. Time now, with increasingly uncertain charge, click-and-tongue in the century! - Anti -falsifying dazzles play with the diodes of the inner vocals that can be used, which we may even forget to show ourselves.

The hope of returning is still under the surface, but there is no one who finds it, holds it, comfort it with sincere, fearful will, and wants to take care!

I would do my long-standing business, but there is no need for hermit witnesses! crouching ferry usages, human wrecks are moving on self-deprecating for their own benefit and they are learning to be a further guttable Being! Self-exited, re-established wild hordes tread the compromising Order on the way! The smell of burnt human flesh also makes them more annoying! Drunken, bred with great power intoxication, phlegm-chirping, pseudo-preachers would dictate the changing trend, and if it was hand in hand, it would have long since lost its conscious, preservable dignity!
 
They carry a roaring Lator cross modestly, while under others they light bonfires! Péter Pán's complex seedlings for the bohemian youth are marching around their necks with a umbilical cord rope around their necks! - In our idyllic freedom of the press, they even sublimely search our thinking brains; a couple of wandering experiments and study formations will only be able to survive if the "some" want to and the people standing around the honeycombs nod - but with lonely wolf-witnesses stuck outside the circles, what else can they do if they are stuck in further fragments, constantly sinking will they be lost?!
 
He holds us up with his back, while the ruthless Fate plays with us well; Being gives us a broken, bittersweet realization! Waves swirling await us with a mixed warning of fear! At the final frontier, the only edge is often the only luck that can be turned with crooked fingers

… They hear less and less! I lie beneath cell depths and like a crusty Pearl of Truth — shards of glass of unspoken Truths tremble in my heart; Doubt also hurts my face, smiles and grimaces! And treading jerks love to tread on my operated leg! My pouring vulnerability freezes in myself, which I still have no experience with, and I can hardly tolerate the fact that the wretched Being loves to rotate the rusty knives that have been cut in me!
 
For he who is stuck in his own way and lacks in fear, because he knows what to do, sins against himself; half-nailed praying eyes also look at the Savior's smiles like the gifted candy-eating snacks of a child! "The petals of my knocking, weak heart may still open for Someone, and I don't have to hide it intentionally if I don't want to escape the incisors of young chicks!"
 
My screaming wit would be good if you could unleash it with devotional understanding Someone: Who else can hear with this stunted world because I have to hide myself: my common sense is still making me careful human survival plans! To survive the ruins of days and to exist even when they are easily forgotten in chips! As a blue pearl, maybe somewhere for me it exists and worries about a blessed human Star!
 
I silently let my things happen to me: I’ve been in emigration for thirty years! It is also impossible to say! I will try to turn my pages so that my conscious Loneliness can be more of a friendly companion - not my vulnerable deserted Loneliness…

Leaning against the alley walls of our passing years, the silent silence followed in silence. On the hanging rope of Nirvana between time and space, the body of Adam ourselves looks into the depths of the gaping gaps! On the memorable journeys - where in hand - we go together begging-repenting heart also shivering; afraid to drive home will rarely! In common struggles of being, interdependence carries our own selfish Destiny! It has become a meat-cutting edge, for alamous, squeaky deeds and petty words!
 
Our wakefulness is gradually chewed and ground by the blinded Time! Luxury lives, like open, publicly imprisoned prisons, alternate their lives with seeming prosperities like fragrant lingerie, what more can the future bring them? "As an eternal wandering alien, you should have clung to the Being Sheaths with lasting roots until it's too late!" Choke Being Vacuum always digests its best! Self-beliefs can easily be swept away by the intoxication of the moment! Our committed guilt will continue in the depths of our beating hearts!
 
In a dazzling parade of eyes, we cross in search of our own lives, snarling rays flash on the surface of curved mirrors, snarling clouds! Giant, fornicate fists seem to be elongated, haunting shadows of fear at night: selfish reflections of ourselves! Everyone travels the counted highways of the times alone! - Hesitant attention could still stretch your neck ample; the lonely loneliness of exiled stateless people makes you think and closes around! Amid rapidly spreading shadows, wordless devastation destroys the night of friendship.

Deer eyes glistening richly with mirad stars shine in my eyes: possible and impossible! As treasures, I keep even happier memories of a miserable, sad Being and rippled waves of tears like restless waterfalls flowing into Nirvana-nothing! Growing above our heads every whole day, but also in pieces, we cross our borders and limitations! In slow-moving universe kisses, how long can you keep Faithful Love, which cannot slam the gates of the open Spirit and betray you in ambush?!
 
We can see our selfish fears in unison and maybe even overcome them! Even our unwashed shirts are all drowning in sobs! A four-day mustache bribes me first to leave, then it stings hell-prickly! Missing scissors are straining his breathing throat and he is having a silent debate with his continuing Existence! Why is superstition of the superstitious Kisses of the Universe lacking in Human Faithfulness?!
 
Body s Soul is not always united in the same dimension! A disembodied crypt-like face stares back at me from the loneliness of cracked mirrors: interrogates and asks! "Why didn't you do everything for your secure relationships, and why did you miss so many worthy opportunities to be sure to fill out for someone?!"

- A wave of movement rocking even in the eyes of superstitious stars; movements are fragmented by the rock! In a falling motion, only suicides can still be vigilant! In horizontal silence, the Eye caresses vertical gazes! “Everyone is disappointed in their youthful cry that they barely tried to stay children

Remaininghajcsomóimra matted white ravens settled! Half of my balding carpet took away my nerve-racking
 
worries! Doubt: Do I always remain alone in the closing hours of my Sheath-Loneliness? Do I understand the shadow worms and grinning galactic jackals of Executioner times? I can barely open my Ikarus wings so that, hoping, I can still fall up into the flaming Love; stone-left debris Dream!
 
I would try to pay close attention to my heart drumming forever as it drums more and more with the killer-hands of heart attacks: how it explodes on its own in the invisible sound explosions of Being! "I count in my heart the proud noise of the marching lawsuits!" One or two, one or two! Keep up and adjust! ” "Who will be the dear Angel who even gives love to himself in this world with his own heart?" Who will comfort the one-Child in me?
 
I turn around and knowingly in galad Time! And I don’t feel which bumpy road would be the right decision, a considered philosophy of choice! A word of swearing and perpetuated speaking sharpens my razor-sharp teeth on me; and now everyone can express an opinion of me as a haughty One-movement, even though they can hardly really know me! Betrayal made me a jacket out of armor! I had a hard time getting into the boxes of breaking, wild tempers, and my first heartbeat was perhaps the last…
 
The countdown to Being has started irreversibly…

Outside, tears are besieging his fragile ****** plaster. But inside, in the ball-cosmos of eyes, in the spheres of retinas, the reality of sadness became more and more likely and vulnerable! As a careful survivor, we cherish the seeming pain and the ruins of emotions for a while, and yet we do not ask: Have we changed or stood up again? “One gem is pale, the other crystal carrying the treasure, the third glass palace, and all so fleeting and mortal. They work in the secret cavity catacombs of the body, the always living cell engines are biological particle molecules!

People may once again melt into one in a sea of ​​pain. - Even those who have yet learned to respect the still rules of existence will remain alien in vulnerability, when the falling humanity of Reality will be revealed in the face of a shower of tears! Pain - not knowing where it comes from! However, at the metronome of secret stimulus thresholds, everyone understands and you can never get out of miserable bitterness in vain, because they have a hopeful hope that there is and maybe even may not yet know it!

Because whoever shatters and breaks in his heart, the stem cell and atomic explosion of carved crater cavities into his soul will be the hardest thing to do! - Just the apocalypse pit; the den in which the Cassandra stamps of Life have multiplied will be the last judgment, in which sufferings and tears will be caught again, bursting to the surface bubbling!

Because in all the insidious cases, it is a home-based canteen of soul-killing, mind-boggling, headache cats! Ordinary alcohol - s gossip clouds billowing at jaccudzi parties filling the court fools! The dog-flash game of dog comedies is followed by more and more popular fun! The vulnerable man is already prostituting himself! There is also a shadow over the ****** ***** gates of the Universe; diligent *** fleas fatten greedy greedy and insatiable elephants!
 
Lurking-polite idle boys can always stay on the go! he jerks into an unspeakable deep stack who wakes up to a sobering daze without the love of Loyalty! Ordas-whimsical merriment-pleasures are combined with incredible creativity! - The legitimate V.I.P. sense of life is concreted into the public consciousness as an unbreakable shell! Appearance The shores of America are still moving further and further away from a hundred-year lag prospect! They perform a complete power outage in tangled brains! The whole ruction always starts with a selfish leech attachment!
 
Can everyone just become a cheap toy in the hands of bad guys?! Slave-fought billion-dollar ******* dives play with each other as uninitiated silk chipendale boys! Their player veins are getting hotter and more unquenchable! Wild cats rattling on command and ringing their chains can easily become tamed kittens! In their Haddelhadd memories you can hardly find anyone who could show understanding empathy for little boy sadness! - The kneaded addict does not voluntarily consume performance-enhancing steroids; in stripped-down animalized instincts it is becoming increasingly difficult to find the True and Sincere happiness of this tiny existence!

They would hide behind the folds of maternal skirts that protect us for eternity, but there is no forgiveness! Approaching fear and loneliness follow the murderous way silently, destroying it with sudden silence! - On the other hand, you see the happiness of compromised, cynical gazes while tearing yourself away of tears

you hide behind forests! You are looking for a secure ground between the Janus-faced sky and the earth, and you will be afraid of being swallowed up by the alluring mud, the swamp swamp! For whoever can pay what he owes to inferior powers today: Overheads, bills, complicated calculations of statistical mazes - tomorrow he will be degraded into an extramarital alien, and his family will think of the futility of his existence as a lost bachelor like a lay philosopher!

But it's good to hide: With unnoticed and invisible pressure! No one can upset you, on the ruins of your loneliness: It would be good to find yourself back in the captivity of creative kills, to dive back as long as you can - the experience is fast spreading - the last stars of hope, the love Dawn of Love - are always by your side.

Even in your heavy dreams, treated with nightmares, they are easily liberated and comforted - yet you are more and more withdrawn, more and more half-hearted and distrustful: Your winged angel, although constantly watching, intervenes only in exceptional moments! You feel the impending, dull rumbles of people's vengeance: but then we have all sworn to PEACE as a vow of Holy and Inviolable vows, guidance in the total annihilation?

Meaningful, unarticulated responses nowhere; great, sunken, and suspended thought connections of the brain, - lips bang with wide-ranging, obscene words, and echo!

He squeezed himself out there into our maze. The humble, small-style toys of logic believed to be an invincible, even smaller or larger situations, are filled with a filth of the present time, which can no longer be improved. We feel infallible, and we know that we often need to go through the impassable, girbe-gurba roads, even if we can hardly change it.

The silent, accomplice, start -up - can still come in handy. Just the refreshing, refreshing tingling of the found soul harmony, which can only be offered by the Savior Universe -if you like -as a gift. In the russians of the Justitia weighs, we can trust more and more rarely, as well as in our handshake, spicl-like friends.

Halfway between the falls and the falls, we are all walking over a half-or two millimeters of rope dancers in just one or two millimeters; For a long time, the redeeming moments of bean, cherishing caress, ready -to -call consolations seem like an unattainable distance ...

Stigma stamps were now struck on adults on adult, cared, dismantled faces, which still had a curious playfulness of eternal children. Lame anger, disgrace, seems to be more and more fashionable and stays in fashion. - We dip our clown image in the flour powder of the weekdays, but we no longer dare, nor do we want to laugh with ourselves.

Once we will just look back at us mirrors from the bottom of the curve-groteszk, an unknown torso face, and then the judgment of the crowd sakes: how and how we got here?!

It could have been, but it couldn't have been! Looking up at him, wolf-eyed with sincerity, I would have found someone with whom I could live the thousand, small, admiration of Being forever and immortally in the Infinite. "The idea of ​​soldering two hearts together could, I should, think at least a little: The slow, gradual transcendence and togetherness filled with the trembling cooperation of the Universe - this is the unspeakable redemption between earthly hell claws!"

Alas! “Today I had to learn from the bursts of my fault: It was a fault for every tear-eyed soul-opener. The complete and perfect bleeding of my vulnerability, the deliberate morality of every tiny concession, the trite diplomacy. Everything is perceptible only with a breath Kiss above the mouth, when in the atrium of our soul Cupid's greedy and insatiable arrow rained down!

All your remaining words - if you had any at all: wounded with Nessus poison, stamped like cursed Cain. And in the lap of the harmonies that can be filled, I did not dare to realize early among the iron shackles of my disillusionment, your glowing, redeemable angelic image is only flickering in my heart, still shining. And that you've been hugging your knight for a long time. And with your greedy arms like an overgrown amber tendril, he wraps his strangled-breathing neck around him, biting

his twilight arched lips, but no more: I can no longer be your faithful statistician, nor your slipper-like accomplice — only a diligent witness of the immortality of letters: the secret Golgotha ​​walk of our self-excellence. He's just coming, with murderous temper, it's about to happen. It could have been good, but lips, lips

the purple snakes running briskly in its purple cavity were dancing - and I couldn't drink your heartbeats melting from the box of your glowing heart either! With me: Roaring, furious with the despair of suicides to death, the Heart would hold you accountable for your taboo sins:

Why did this have to be done this way, and where did the forgivable mercy hide? Where did you stay? - When I bow my head like a convict, I go to the mountains of testifying dignity: They fall apart into pieces: Flesh, blood, bone, blood, cell molecules and your conscience once again, for the last time as a plea-complaint and I ask

Passages sealed in my deaf ears drum! Tired-smiled, slit failures even bleed deep inside like Twilight, or an infected disease in the room s threatening! With an adult head, everyone is left orphaned! Cheat mouse path is rare if you can help! In the maze of blood vessels, the perceptible Universe slams in unison! Today, pop culture is scribbling pop culture history on lands faded with mud! Examples of idiocy to follow!
 
Witnesses and assassins are already silent on the murderers secretly distributed about the responsible crimes of the World! Bird divination shows otherwise when it can no longer be a free thought! They imagine domesticated beasts and little kings with their own court! And they utopian utopias about the way things work! The chirping voice of the disappointing Goddesses sounds clear in my Congolese heart, "How much are you earning?" - they ask already terribly and modestly and when my lips are strangled by unemployment: saying that in this present age free-minded people need nothing - chirping kittens are already worn off in an accelerated procedure!
 
The echo of lonely vibrations returns forever! Sunyin oson today the bribing gaze: drops of the Redeeming Light fall through his ***** cavity! Missing, fragrant minutes are rare if you can cling to someone who really misses Someone! All efforts have been aborted, as I once tried to help Man stay! My startled insides are still squeezed back by a vulnerable, eternal little kid out of a mother longing for it! My face enjoys superhuman sadness! My property mortality is also less and less a grace to me.

Restlessness can hardly afford a march of raging hearts! Our vows have even absorbed what can be saved at all with his words of allegiance! Why does modesty breathe when it takes shape?! Unaware of his own abilities, distorted, jerking himself down into a jerky barn without the ideal of chivalry in phlegmatic mg; blind-eyed human wreckage sniffs out remaining human brains like a sherbet and there can be no meaningful intelligence collection on the forehead eaten! Depleting, bad kind of drunkenness is rampant in the empty Congo depths of angels, and conscious vulnerability is already a self-deepening chasm!
 
All window-eyes are blinded! A feeling of conscious vulnerability infiltrates our skins! Diseases pinned to the executioner's peak Celeb heads bloom; a superstitious, flirtatious look flirting with invisible tango between broom-eyed eyes! Pigeon-autumn strands fall into silently beaten, welded skulls! As housekeeping skulls, one of the girilla brains barks for Man to wear off his current chick! Up there, even a big, lurking World is rotting! The most ostentatious monkey: multi-sided and complex stadiums have been installed by the wealthy oligarch machinery!
 
The middle way to dream-promised well-being is leaking from more and more wounds from constantly renewing, scalding surfaces! The meager bread-making of a livelihood is marred by half a dozen gourmet-living, septic tanks, who can boldly live even on the back of the ice, if they please! - In the dimly crouching afterlife, the bloodthirsty moonlight rumbles like a sharp-killer knife and takes its selfish victims - like a Congo ghost clock that sends messages with demons! Beyond the tranquility, one can barely touch the shore…

It would be good to return as the stray, loving silences of a wandering wanderer who wants to go home! When outstretched swan hands caress the caress in the imaginary fog of rocking dreams, the sleeper as a dreamer, and his eternally heritable symbiosis below and above may come together! The body-warm protective shelter can no longer be worth anything if there could be no pounding-throbbing sound-sigh left for the emotional heart! In Alantos Being, we have been disappointed many times when, in the flames of the enchanted moment, we explored the soul of Adam-Eve as a treasure trove of dividing cell molecules, and by secretly driving her entire blood tunnel out of awe, out of curiosity!
 
In the dawn light of rising suns, the shadows of daytime objects also grow up! Falling, intoxicated, consciously wild self-expression heard his anthem in our faithful, unruly hearts; from the fringes of instincts a wild vortex burst upon us, like an unquenchable hunger; the miracle of the Universe found in us may have demanded more and more of both of us and suddenly we became children again; curious little foolish toys of Time who were driven by desire and who could not understand many things! In the animalized torments of pleasures, the intoxicating demand for Freedom squeezed again; how much more mature richness this earthly happiness could have been than the scream-sharp torment!
 
We hid in a gnashing of teeth like they were ready for everything, and they regretted a lot of things! - All human feelings are daring to love and give! - The prison cage of the narrowing Time is already chewing, and the candlelit holy dinners of the past have moved away from us! With leaking romances, we can still preserve our memories for a short time!

We cherish the cryptic bodies in eternal twilight for the coming times! Our mortality falls on the bottom of the Nirvana wells as split onion shells! Blind Neapolitan weaves a silent judgment and bleeds us as ****** beasts, the faithful! Fascinated by dark-skinned celebs, greedy career and fame-hunting have been hailed as the downy-dreamy luxury of sofas! - Cracked, bleeding Twilight lips will always hurt with aching stigma-wound: Horde-fist tacos lesson!

And there are always secretly complimenting, beautiful art-words for immortal lovers! He dreams of suicide scissors in the live-guardian and looks at the Big Unknown Book of Fate curiously; why is it that the slightest scream is already frozen to death when you awaken the Dear with the rose-toothed dawn with its purple wings enclosed in light circles ?! "Everybody will walk through the surface of the curved mirrors once to see their sincere character!" Your body, like a gentle blossom, collapses like a silk fan!

In and of itself, we need to preserve the immortal childhood magic of rainbow crystals! With enormous tentacles, conscious fear embraces you, as uncertainty moves in and out of a circled death circle! Tomorrow I will wake up again tomorrow and listen to the turbulent surges in the purple cavities of my body!

Like when a human face is a whimsical, duelist, feudal hurt because he has to bear a vain spit in a responsible manner - he should be engrossed in humanity and morality, penetrating to the heart of something of great importance. To examine and observe how the material of acceptance of new lovable, unknown love leaks into the inner personality as one of its possible alternatives.

It is secretly embedded, spiced up with a bit of gossip, imposing a profound Calvary of our daily lives. Can honest evidence be used to take evidence or DNA samples ?! From the distorted romance of grimaceous faces, is it possible to notice a sense of contagious nervousness that is almost consciously striving to make a difference?

Between monotonous thrusts and purposeful throbbing, it would be good to have something that grabs and obeys deceptive morals, pseudo-morals. With ultra-violet X-rays, it would be nice to observe the nirvana-lethargy lurking behind Kharübdist, who found happiness behind him.

From the Heavenly Smiles that always send to somebody else's whitish flower petals, it would be good to filter the ability of deep-felt, complex vision; which does not condemn hastily, but always accepts, understands, comforts the other selfish Golgotha ​​in troubles with prudent purpose! - From the glittering luxuries, the needy cult man, the prophetic hermit, will gradually dream of himself! Embodied ideals nowadays have smilies and artificial plasticized practices!

He starts, starts every day, and the man is unable to wipe the rush from his face. Between two rushes, they have a finite judgment in mortal times. A prudent citizen clings to tomorrow's momentum in the swinging stream of tomorrow. And though you know it will lose forever - you can still pay attention to the solid throne of the dawn.

The happier life with a bread-scent cannot be the unfortunate, stumbling-stumbling shipwreck. Prisoners of warfare stands for watching a hunger at night…

In cool, snow-white robes, they are in succession from the memorials of unworthy past and good friends. The handshakes that can be obtained as a win-win gift also made each other a *******-alleged promises, thread, and light-blooded vows.

Darkness on the syrup puddles of everyone is welcomed by betrayal. It would be good to open the onion peel as a wise man to declare and grow more liberated. The reverse embodiment of Marcona's wax puppets constantly testify and remind me of shameful conscience.

There is an anxious hope under the bush hands or pearl nails. Often, they are desperate for yesterday, and they crave for time. There are no more prodigal refuge in the reality of objects. Most witnesses are cowardly, while judges stare either with a dead deafness or persistent, unstoppable indifference to the outside world.

The tabloid and social media are full of root-nasty calculating glances and unnecessary shapes. Whose solid and faithful friendship could have been disappointed in every bush when they go for the recesses of celebrities in the face of won!

the uncertain Future lies tensed in the rock cavity of Beating Hearts! In the throbbing supplications of petals, the Universe would be resurrected; Witnesses who adhered to the wounded human law were accepted as witnesses: Empathy for the unusual too! The merit of the computing community now is the privilege ?! When can they find treasure among the sobbing True Beads, if they have already hurt themselves in humility ?!
 
Many times, the open mouth of everyday Being shores and gorges vibrates like a stretched rope, trembling: maybe he dreams of a cheap, worn-out knife, he easily cuts off his deep thread of life! Witnesses have long guessed: they’re not digging up the bumpy grave where they originally put it! - Insidious fools and syrups dressed in syrup are often just getting infected!
 
In the darkness of the chamber, in the whirlwind of fluttering whispering nests, I want to cling to expensive smiles with a light-smelling scent, and I couldn't hope to lose everything in vain even between cobweb listening! - Among the particularly groping blind spots of obscure shapes, I could offer my tufted hand to someone more boldly: grasp and guide you through the trials of this earthly Being with Giving Love!
 
You could also take back the vacant, eternal Child in the adult man while the concrete wall of secrets between the two of us would disappear unnoticed! Should I lie to his golden heart like an orphan and listen to the melody of doubled echo sounds to my liking what kind of songbird sighs can dissolve?

You should have slept forever humiliated for love! And to wake up in the manner of murderers with antisocial ruthlessness, harm spikes of unrestrainedness! For the sincere and courageous look of your eyes, the swan-delicate touch of your hand, it would have been good to lay my haunted head on your mother's lap and feel it confidentially: The throbbing beat of your blessed fragile heart still thinks of me.

True beads hung like glittering spherical ornaments on the fragile lash branches. Your sadness hurt your eyes with even reddening pains! it wasn’t a vain day that I wouldn’t have broken my head to eat happiness so that I could smuggle into your golden heart to travel with a smile of heaven again!

Now people are still running madly, and urgently postponing lasting sobriety until January. - You can be happy! Your family house upstairs is already being built, a graceful Danube estuary is your neighbor, and you are greeted by the untamed wilderness as a familiar brother! The hardest task is to focus on your carefully arranged life with a sober judgment!

Teaching children to ponder thoughtfully, the uplifting thoughts of missed happiness! A man with a tangled life knows - he knows, and even now he often thinks about you, he feels with you. Your child, if you ask about a lot of romantic dates, you just tell me you were someone deeper someone, more mysterious.
Even more vulnerable in your child's spirit! "I can't tell the truth to anyone right now, but I'll give it to you."

Through the eyes, like explorer-blind gaps, roaring bulldog pupils are set on a cloak! Gravity balance is pulled up daily and then shatters immediately! The orphaned, cowardly child can only become a human being with great difficulty; the offensive darkness is groaning within me, constantly asking for food of greedy fear! Innocent scratch if I could just be on the Life palette! All over Earth I could really sobbing while my voice was deafening! I inherited the guilty face of the perpetrators and fled in vain from the selfish radar of the murderers!
 
My days are dwindling like a swaying black spot and I don't know: Will I be next?! My shadow that wants to make friends shakes every day and measures my goodness! Maybe I hunted in vain for the happiness I deserved and researched! Clicking minutes of time wheels; perilous series of trials and tribulations - they could have been just happy assassinations! Will a vigilant watcher be left out of the whirlpool of my whispering brain who could unravel my confidential secrets? Every lone star injects nutritious, concentrated compressed material from itself! I exist as a single, cruel crack: it is already being digested by villages!
 
In my difficult lessons, I would have to harness my karakan courage on my own to learn to stand up with my head held high for things to happen! In my years squeezed into rings of the year, exotic beauties held blind mirrors in front of themselves, and they couldn't see it either, because their jingling, fake canary hearts were dizzy with longing materiality! None of the donkey ladders of radiant happiness had anything to do with it! I am already hanging from my chubby head on a self-torture, like a replaceable pumpkin head, and I would be waiting for One-Love, who will provide a safe haven

Insignificant details in the buzzing pace of Being: orphaned, late-sunflower yellow hair trembles in the wind, always turning to face the Sun like one preparing for an unfinished showdown! Withered petals die when dried barren, yet keep your head raised! You no longer intentionally forced overbearing, haughty contempt! Whoever offended should live only, but alone: separately! My rage time often puts me in the right place when I’m just trying! Meaningless, yet logical determination lives on; my inner biology, like a timed clockwork, clicks frantically instead of me!
 
The cannibal appetite of worlds is fattened again and again by a destructive instinct of greed! Unnoticed, prolonged trust also befriends themselves for a long time; he is determined to show himself to benefactors! The lush-lying butterfly-dance of superstitious-eyes cannot heal insidious worm-chewed wounds! "I would like to turn my back on all the evils that can be done so that I can only remember the Beautiful!"
 
No matter how humiliating I had to accept: an insidious, lake-wide world would wash my solidified brain if I left! - The world-beautiful beauty of the seedless in the scorching sun cannot produce laurels in this superficial existence! Starting with a shower of tears, wailing sounds like every futile call for help! On the threshold of merciful defeat, the blood-wound of dawn erupts again; forgot to turn off the leather hose tap! Jealous demand tops even filled with Man's misunderstanding! Angels with redemptive fear already hold their terrible glorias.

In life - even if you wanted it to - there can be no more random, pleasant coincidences like some special, already agreed upon, ready-made surprise that among the hiding of cells and instincts, as in most biochemical continuities, the unconditionality of the hidden yeses could still be decoded, for which a relationship that is supposedly lasting, in principle, is still being built. One or two amino acids or DNA helixes still argue, conspire, and get into trouble; it is not even certain that the bombshell lady, whom we asked out on a date due to numerous rejections and persistent failures, will finally give in and, out of sheer neighborly kindness, nod and say yes to a pleasant evening of dinner.

The heavy stone flies at the end of the date, and hits the wounded, stupid, idiot, who believed that he was as valuable as anyone else. Evolution seems to have largely rejected flattery, courtship, and the usual etiquette and manners, the only possible measure of which is material well-being and a luxurious lifestyle.

Misfortune attacks from an ambush, it can sneak up on its defenseless, still hopeful victims; they stand in endless spiral lines with their selfish-greedy happiness recipes, because standing in a given line can rarely let go, because in a narrow space we are jostling and trampling uselessly like eternal whirlwinds.

There is no will or hesitant emotion anymore; It would be good if it would have been possible to plant empathy-tolerance in the forests of the tiny lights, along with the usual hunger for love. The distance is as if it would be increasingly obvious between far-flung distances, not just between a man-man. The soul of the soul is also ruined uncomfortable; Memories that fit into Atlantis also sink in it if they are not careful.

Crocodile tears would look for a way out under the fountains of the forehead, if possible; Inside, the slightly small, pathetic arm of the retreating, measured sighs ask for his admission somewhere, which they only know that the dirt of everyday life should be washed and expelled. The senses are dampened by the cell element, the inner secret suspicion, which also prevents one from trusting the other at least once in a while.

Outside, his dance is still dance by the pathetic, nonsensical talmic cheer; The illusion of possible opportunities, which is unfortunately not at all reserved for the average. The eager, eager, pursuit of success is tilted with its selfish limbs. As a fibrous wooden beam, they lined up in life with the unworthy, ship-wrapped sins that no one can get rid of.

From the field of idyllic dreams, his still victims are retreated by the formula of realistic reality; They are searching or looking for gaps where they may still be able to swim with this confused whole, because one can hardly do anything else in the loops of time, like a *****, soaked metaphor!

The exotic beauties of schools are also grouped into selfish, small-style sects! How many have already called themselves ******* Virgins?! He coded helplessly on creeping street corners while longing for true Immortality! Léah taverna-pimps gather Judas swags, which are easily obtained with insidious intent; who will drive the industry to nausea sooner or later, and it will be too late for those who can be saved! You can get a slap in the face for a cheap overnight swing! The usury ushers, small-style house angels, preach with responding lap-jaws! "Even a calculated crazy crouching Shadows turn into a camphor with dreams of whistling!"
 
The non-Golden Medium carries the shadow of swaying hangovers the next day! Light on the powdered faces of deaf people closes and the botox collagen starts to spawn; it can be lean consolation just for the risks of survival at all times! Hordes of men, with overbearing arrogance, scatter insidious handshakes, cheap promises, and when the age of proof comes back, they step down! Even today, disaster-prone melodies make us ******* dances, and it is not certain that the life-giving Light can still cling to the depths of darkened algae!
 
Great mouth heroes, diligent throwers can only scrape out the orphaned chestnuts for this present-day Present! The crimes of leisure pumpkins are swept under the rug with a calm heart! "Unruly, otherworldly brain evenings split into shards, and among the millions of small glass pots, gurgulans are the many pieces of the throbbing True Pearl!" Vigilant squatting dogs in the barn of vigilantly guarded alleys roar; themselves themselves can scarcely know who can be friends and enemies? Some troublemakers have retired already, and now it would be so good for a prophetic eccentric to be able to lead the way for sure

Whispering a dagger of danger in a hundred figures a day is raised to me by my snarling Present! I run out of rails for suicides under my feet; clicking heartbeats scratched my face ditches! The station of retired inheritance cannot wait for me! It would be good to engrave the conscious, submissive formulas of my fears in the exile walls of minutes, and with the jumping Time, it is as if the Hope is stumbling into a vacuum and sooner or later Hope will escape! A tiny network of cells strikes each other every second; locked in a stubborn prison of my fateful state, my chances of stopping are dwindling!
 
I consciously measure my significant statistical life! I’m going to be in self-danger escapes instead of the Beloved one I have to cling to! A clicking, wild rumble rips through the cell wall of my eardrum, echoing the judgmental word of my pounding heart! - In crazy, imagined reality-show worlds, consciously thinking intellect is thrown out useless! My discouragement can only be overwritten by a pair of walnut-brown Gioconda eyes; if the enduring, angelic miracle could still be rocked around balmy moonlight romances! I have an apocalyptic rejection of the trembling of my little boy, my limb; the shackled agony is numb!
 
Today, humanity pays attention to appearances and sensations! Uncut diamonds are rarely discovered from the ancient roar of shining, reflector-buzzing: misconceptions, glittering pleasures of tinsel reign over easy-to-buy, cheap souls that vulnerable people have nothing to do with.

Is there anything moving in the redemptive descent? Discover the exfoliated tears on the retinal lines of broken eyes with compassionate regret! As the smaller beetles glide apart, a hesitant giant-foot tramples on them by chance! The given, idyllic anthill can hardly receive regular travelers and contemplatives back into its bustling community! In the gaping lap of depths - only they can know - undivided Dreams graze!
 
The blood-boiling instinct-greed of visceral possession is only the exception! - From the micro-world below, where can murderous virtue be measured by certain methods? - The chattering company of loosely swinging golden boys and chirping kittens has never seduced; there, many people blamed emotional ammunition for luring exploited defenseless people and believing! Are the reports left to themselves simply because Someone always betrays them with words?
 
Deliberate yawns in deep dark gaps, however, cannot dissolve; the redemptive gaze of self-forgotten serenities can no longer be forced on the other! Greed became an indestructible umbilical cord: as many gains as possible in the jingling pockets of compromisers; but even the only comedians of Judas who are now giving themselves up are all sneezing or lurking! Secret doors open to everyone, only the secrets can be kept by the Spirit alone!
 
Is it too much to envy overstretched reciprocity? You’re forced to wear the shower spikes of mutual compromises on purpose if you want something more out of life!

It would be good to know that you are guarding the coals, even under the rapid ash; Will, humility, humanity should not go to landfill or lose, just because the superficial, exhibitionist world is now to make ritual head washing in brainwashed monkeys. You should not leave yourself, just like the mass people who get on with each other, they are suspiciously suspicious of being on Lamburgini, Ferrari, or Porschs, mainly on the Andrássy Road of Paris.

Unfortunately, you know that noble intention to be improved nowadays is getting stuck more and more, like some efushed Robinson's shipwreck, and leaves more creative-creator thoughts on robbery chains, since only some more influential circular companies produce a profit profit. Goodness and purpose are now turning your back, because in dark moles, you are looking for labyrinths, and you are now unable to use the cheap use of practical survival: you sell or if you don't pay attention!

Even our naked soul preserves the tamed evening light of inner visions, because it never benefits. Ancient harmony and tranquility perhaps only on the ocean-party pearl Island, if you can find a man in the earthly paradise, where angels are happiness and enjoy the fullness of life.

Once upon a time, it would be good to throw away all the small -style Sififus terrestrial burdens from our anxious inwardlessness, and to keep that inner coals with loyalty to someone while possible. As a radar screen, sincere love is perceived by indoor echoso sounds, only the current modern man is scared of him precisely because he puts only cheap material things in the order of the emotions.

To caress a man, like a stray dog ​​- I say - it is becoming more dangerous these days. You may first annoy yourself, either deliberately pulls you away or do not give you a ****** harm; And this - like it or not - was not only an alpine, ****, unethical act, but it may seem like it is attractive and impressive in liquid, brainwashed minds.

The hesitant pylons can be urinated just like the four -legged little pet can do it; True, they do not receive a fine or a fine at all because they could not pay tax. "Outside, they bark on each other, not only human masses, but also the little powers who, for selfish-mushy reasons, will be easily dusted anywhere, anywhere, anytime, and then there will be no lucky" intermediate zones ".

On the righteous, sinister chain, many chuckle-kicks are caring, overseeing Concise, prey, and does not want to understand that a petty chess character is only on the stage of history who can be easily trampled, paid or bribed; The bone coat of the bribed times is also chewed by the so-called. Serving Cerberus, of course, if there is, and there will be what everyday foods are available at four -time prices, and even the rubber bones that fit into toys are available.

At least for some, some more, that is what they are calculating, in the depths of their comprehensive souls, is now a total turmoil, unrelated, and does not back down for the sake of anyone.

The world is rocking in a web of indifference and phlegm! He jerks at the disliked Celeb zombies; you would think jerking your solid mind as a spear! Your secrets that you have survived to Man would gladly destroy you — your fisheye examining in chilled loneliness — yet you can't pierce! Indifference sprinkles him on fame with a sizable forgetfulness! Excess collagen showcases bounce off the plaster from silicone-glued kittens like scales; why is it appealing, however, that many of them do not notice the Essence during the external cicoma? Rather, it strangles this foolish-walked world with man’s son’s idiocy with the intention of burying crops!
 
Yet on the wall of absurd stupidity the Mind bangs; the thought often revolves around like a ******* like a deceived drug! Play with everyone in the insidious Indifference! The heart of being is tormented by a wormy monster and the wounded Golgotha would already laugh at the torment to see his fate with pity! - A postmodern generation is chewing on fluffy pies! - Lambs born today, with their free gym passes, are rushing to Goddess laurels while the wisdom of the understanding and the power of the beating heart is lazy in their heads!
 
They fall into ecstasy at the sight of the very first kneaded gorilla: slackness and a shattering career desire are already wading through everyone he reaches! Torturous lusters scramble to scratch each other's cheeks! And with Lucer's red ****-clicking whips echoing the devastating evil! "Only the Thinkers are awake in the draft at the bottom of the potholes!"

To hide, to escape. Cheap and not-ripe with the weights of Tomorrow on my limbs, painted green and blue by the squeaky revenge! You should hide — yes, sneak into the deep secrets of blessed-hearted mother-in-law. Stretch out as long as you can the unknown safety net to protect and protect you! - Or in diligent mole mode, digging denser caves of tunnels underground: Field worms,

perilous beetles may be accepted as unknown guests, my real lack cannot be complete, it cannot be Whole: My voicing conscience plays with me questions and answers every day and recognizes my lack. - The weight of the task is what pulled back: The responsibility of pen and paper recalls more and more, pulled back into the sobering consciousness; I can't leave yet, and I can't be part of the Nothing I am considering yet,

in whose country I would be transformed into a degraded ****, under persistent, non-sluggish patience! The law of hiding binds me, forces me to forget my retaining human reality, and in the abyss of my selfishness I can find my own way out! The wounded, battered coder of the days is just lurking,

in your persecution mania, whoever is behind you in the invisible is still obsessively, drug-killer? I deliberately hid myself in my heart with my treasures of compliments - if possible and always remember me - I could not even count and face my soul,

budge! The momentary self-esteem and self-confidence are bold in me, and now I know for sure - I would jump in vain:

I can never enjoy your unfulfilled, blissful love with you again!

Every selfish annihilation in prideful, lived in insult, continues and makes an insidious trap! I always look back at the sad little boy's face in horror, hiding in slender, cracked mirror fragments, and I want to protect the trapped, lasting fear as well! As a growling worm, anyone tramples the limits of my wound; I could never back down again! Thin little shards of Judas moonshine hurt my skin when a balmy moonlight trembles hauntingly on the prison wall of my room! Rested, my troubled, million-wounded, perforated heart in the two eyes of heaven found in happiness!
 
It would be good to tremble together into deep, raven-feathered broomstick lashes and my frightened pagan soul would chuckle in the redemptions of kisses! "I'm still intentionally playing the naive navel among adults!" As a good Hamlet, I would only be available for humanity! My soul would wish for the donations of compassion and brass, not even my residual reserve pride will be forgotten! You should have learned by all from rich-eyes dripping-honey ditches lit up; I keep packing in and out already pathetic myself!
 
You can only thrive in outdoor churn confusion with a healthy umbilical cord, which is still waiting back and forth! Anyone can see with melancholy eyes I dared to stare at human races! My own donkey skin figure is ready yet I can't sell myself! "I filter the details of the dust particles through myself - even in daylight they can only see them if I want to!" The only goal may remain to preserve the goodness of Man in recurring, damaging events.

Neither fatherly deserved praise nor the babbling of brownish deer lashes could get us. My friend! Only oily bounces of the overstretched rope nerves, and the prejudiced humiliations of the failed exams and colloquium exams: It was the sinners who could not learn enough! You have recovered in your bravery - I have remained hopeless! - We're still standing

in the uncertain grips of the future, and we cannot know whether our Tomorrow will be spiced with uncertainty of existence? What we can do: We mingled in the crossfire of questions between nodding and good pouting bulls, our persuasive word preached by forbidden taboos! In the imaging, lying tunnels of appearance and hypocrisy, we wrapped Ariadne's threads, and in the fate of our excessive brevity, we were often trapped within the walls of a maze wandering into heirs!

We could have neither our honor nor our credit, nor our courage as a pillar of bridges - for you know well: If we spoke True, Brave, Ingenious, we have cut off our further path! We’ve been kicked into a lot of ordeal, and the ivory legacy of knowledge has been guarded as a choir of guardian angels lurking secretly with scorching eyes!

"Now that we've somehow trampled on the upper brain palletization of mutual betrayal, the ancestor of the compromise flickered." - No secure livelihood, no family, no consolation, motherly kills; swaying in forgiveness: Now, marching among the Congolese mountains of silence, all I can do is observe what he has done with his mutual transgression, his betrayal, in order for Man to have a yew-flowered career.

Ordinary space carries you out and rushes away from everyday worries! In his distressed anxieties, the redeeming peace can hardly be persuaded by others who hear the consolation that passes through the night-broken dreams: "There will be nothing wrong!" "He looks like a hesitant little child who confesses sin in us!" Messianic hopes have been replaced by extravagances! An active human mind is playing with trickling pieces of thought, while your new plans are sure to be born!
 
In the depths of instinct, the love of the Universe and the joys of appearances were once being prepared to create new degrees of hope with our common will! We rushed through the superficiality of our modern age with a driven soul; secretly, superstitious eyes don't even miss the precious minutes, when the heart and the taste of the universe-cherishing kisses are pounding to a beat?! A terrible, prickly fog is raging in us! - Choking parallels, bitter anxieties do not spare the cage-silence either; silent sore wait anxious out of ghost eyes!
 
Stars little joy how to staple the secrets of the eyes?! As a roar of steps, the troubled Spirit first knocks and then echoes as a footprint of hearts! You digest your members yourself! It is no longer possible to start with cheap promises conceived in the filth of times! A runaway memory seems to never want to remember enough again - it immerses itself in the lake of Léthe-forgetting rivers! Throbbing anticipation of hope-gold is ringing in vain all in vain!
 
On the extinct platform of dead tracks, the rusty assembly of hope is wasting

Raging-resting sea circles are already enticing the drunken pupil ship: seeing his seeing love-stricken boy should be lifted out of the universe of light of the Universe once and for all so that he can exist with more courageous determination! He cherishes the black crystals of shadows many times with deceptive eyes and many times they hardly know what to do with fragile reflections! The perfect annihilation of the feeling of Eden itself: In a single all-promising kiss, in the laughing crossfire of silently confessing gazes, in the always sincere rippling of tears, the confession of truth seems to be plucking signs!
 
Humiliated insult and suicidal offense are tattooed on a restless soul! Common sense stops on the petty prey-winning paths of the vile cat-and-mouse wars, and only ruthless deeds matter! - Every minute is a killing click in the depths of the soul and in a knife-edge silence it is not possible to know exactly who can remain an eternal Friend and who is an enemy?! The stuttering Moon has asked for permission many times before it can detect its tooth protein for good! Taxi-yellow anxiety is already related to the suffocating darkness!
 
They pedal many times like dogs and enter a self-carved stack of darkness! Today, being a **** and a celebrity taho is a way of life, and the cultural alliance of brains is being persecuted by many and quoted before the Inquisition of Idiot Branches! It would also be better to empty the dishes of Infinite Time, which are full of intentional deficiencies! In the infant light while rehearsals kneaded my limbs, my face remained a sad kid face! How predictably can the judge be smart, who is forced to listen to testimonies on a daily basis?! Even in recurring hopes, we believe less and less

The silent, quartz frictions of the silence may even enter under the skin, just like most of the lousy, slippery creeping worm. The silence that increases the silence may now seem even bigger than it knocks on the wind, swearing. Words, like the tossed stone eggs, are often turned against each other. He had ****** in with his digestive juices, while the bottom of the research eyes had long been dug and crumbling.

Man seems to be trying to force himself into a perpetual rogue or lying role nowadays, which he is forced to endure as an invisible protector; Many things can be crouching - but feared - there is no use, no value.

Along the silk cord, the wealthy people are now drawing a border price that was once a community playgrounds or nature reserves, but they can parade on snow -white luxury yachts, and they are already plenty of it; The realistic reality seems to be more and more sandy, and sooner or later, as an uninhabited Sahara, everyone would perceive themselves.

In a human look, lonely stars have recently been captured and can not deliberately find their places. Because now we are very good at not standing in everyday life; The bubbles of minutes, like the airships fall apart, sounds like a curse for decades of Sanda speech in common slang or thief tongues.

I couldn't understand why I'm still running hopelessly after you? - but it's scary to know nothing about you! Why do I keep the ancient, immortal monogram of your name anyway? In my perforated heart, you are still expanding dark holes and always wounding my heart guarding its crater cavity!

Whatever star-flowered, balm-wreathed night is: there is a monotonous, gloomy darkness here — and as long as I lie on my single bed designated as a bunk; Stamped from the scars of UVB rays, from the celestial stigma signs, I moan incessantly.

I can't forget you. I can't wipe you and throw you "tabula rasa" - like a sheet on the bottom of the trash - even behind romantic, immortal moments! You started with honest self-realization, and then with the greed of your kisses you bombarded the pillars of my fragile rope dance emotions slowly - I say goodbye to you with immortal eternity, but when you budge like a phoenix again and breathe with the meadow: Your tulip is always your favorite, babus

While I have to remember myself about the purity of my emotions, Scarecrow is disfigured, and like the accomplices of murderers, the two of us could have cut off in her flower, the universe threads of our love could not have been born. You have shown the more walkable ways of Macadam of eternal purity and sincerity, while forgetting the ladies' vow of decency, which none of us could do:

Blessed is my little angel! You're offended! You’re out in front of every fortress, like the hollow rabbit that you can’t run away from or dodge - or what you feel for sure, but you didn’t dare - like me - take the initiative to be the Last! Did you just promise? Shouldn’t you comfort your foamy poet with unforgettable happiness? But to hope for forgiveness from someone you betrayed in your Judas kisses?

Ignoring the idiocy and the elementary human interest is always inevitable many times fatal! A series of brilliantly tragic coincidences can ever question individual children who are still thinking, while too many of the world are lost without end! A rush of creative ingenuity is hiding in everyone, and every idea and plan is already in the smoke when less and less of the diligent chain of different relationships can be chosen!

In the century of the information cyber revolution, the conscious, lazy craze is just as visible and actionable! A wide variety of attractions and décolleté is always taken by the curious camera: The retouched blurring of essential eye paint is rarely seen by anyone; the question to be decided is: what has changed ?! - The roaring melody of the horns barking into our faces, announcing that something has happened to the city and its people! "Nothing's fine!" - basic feeling!

It was as if everything and everyone had turned into empty shells; sinking under you, just like our disposable, stinking waste!

An intoxicating fluttering imagination is growing; intoxicating imagination associates constant thinking with wandering shadows in my mind! My shackled dreams continue to drop my pillow body close to the ground, and inside, a small child-deep despair sharpens his cunning dentures! My measured Time is dwindling sooner and I can already feel that nothing could have happened in vain, the confrontational, hyenic world continues to make a killer joke with me, because I was always forced to listen to his words naively-gullibly!
 
The reward of my shipwrecked destiny is to wear out the gears of fortune once and for all, and I may not have a chance to evolve towards happiness that will never be found again! "Among the shelters of blackened, crumpled, crouching shadows, I would kneel humbly rather than quote the Inquisition again!" I am tormented many times by my horrible fear of my conscious responsibilities that, perhaps, the hoped-for help will be left on purpose, and so anyone will be happy to wade through the prodigal ruins of my vain utility!
 
On the challenged grooves of my face, the infiltrating islands of light also show themselves beneath me; help rarely if they ask! I stand in the crowded space and let the imagination of wobbly balance roll in many times! I would like to address a romantic lady who, with a single glance of the Universe, can restore my being as a Man, and the right to still have hope for a life to continue; I would try to understand the increasingly confusing pop culture tabloid slangs, but I often get tired of the bleeding ulcers of spitting sermons!
 
My wandering memory would rather start and forget about it alone! The ordered, imposed length of my existence is back, it carries on itself!

Bricks, building materials, have become lacking from the empty chasms of time; the Apocryphal thought symbol, thought solid for millennia - perhaps - has been permanently erased, swept under the rug, so that there would be no need to think or ask questions. Once upon a time, the essential things to say were engraved on baked clay tablets, which nothing could destroy: neither time nor memory. Now, halfway to this nameless, belittling Babylon, among the squirming linguistic confusions of Babels, they are less and less willing to even ask each other: Well, tell me!

What did you spend on palaces spinning on duck legs and monthly salaries of millions?! In a hundred-foot columned solitude, Simeon also blinked at the wide world spread out before his feet; sees and perhaps is not even very surprised if brother sells brother, thief sells thief, since there has long been no honor in outlaw honor.

All petty, ***** fake deals that have ever been made in the name of man, even by great powers made arrogant, are a crushing hesitation, a turning around; the halter of shaken everyday habits pulls its victims back and forth. They can hardly understand the shell-suffering that sprouts between the petals of the soul, because other - apparently - more important things also enjoy pure priority, because the sinking combined with the sure fall, which the treadle of everyday life itself gives birth to a slow turn.

It would be even better if the average person did not necessarily have to hate himself in the cheap-tinny calvary of everyday life - but at least he could lift himself up from the muddy swamps of the yellow earth with will and conviction. The outside world can now be less and less a true home-shelter, at most only a temporary refugee camp, where many people-crowds seemingly rest, and then even the patient but passing guest picks up their tent poles and moves on, driven by the forced prosperity of their inner homesickness and their Odyssey.

Now it is resounding again, the spit-out, wild brutal romanticism, which is what many brainwashed, nameless persona-CDs, pay-as-you-go kurafi call it, is distasteful. How the hell the distressing self-consciousness spews itself out into the world. "because everything is in vain!" – his basic feeling. The disgraced, poisoned saliva lips of prostitutes cite everyone to the meat processor of slaughterhouses.

No one wants to raise their defenseless head from the row of the yellow earth, where they have sinned with zeal, lying to the stars?!

In this upset, grotesque old world, where the insidious herd-herd spirit, arrogant, self-righteous, sole-licking idiots and party-faces sizzle with unanimity, the air hisses ferociously. – They are dishonored, destroyed, just like benevolent vagabonds; fake card holders rob each other if they really have to.

Even unarmed, the soul-flame burning on your tender body is more and more ominous and dangerous. Waving shadows strangle each other to their liking in the syrupy darkness. It is still permissible for ecstasy-intoxicated party-celebs who are dully recovering, if destruction builds a permanent nest among the ruins of their existence

The split schizophrenic ego disintegrates into its **** like layers of shells. – The extended waves of murderous silence blur the complexity of self-evident essences. The cosmic Janus face of murderer or victim is already going on. The long-term, general deprivation of the same goals is already the cherished dream-desire at all levels.

The tempers of the Cain brothers are now straining against each other. All of them are lone criminals still hunting themselves in their No Man's Land!

Syrupy comedies playing in the mirrors of blindfolded eyes deliberately fill our wild instincts! A blade and murderous gazes flash orphaned, and the prodigal son also enters into voluntary hermitage, as he may resent the chatter of prophecy! I witness two servants of my destiny: I leave my knighthood and my Spirit in this way, because a catastrophe of fiery intent has settled in the human eyes, and the phlegmatic slogan of sensations, celebrity chirps simultaneously dazzle and enchant the masses of people! Soul psychosis infects in riots of masses!
 
The new, all-encompassing, five-minute fame, like the plague, targets and breaks out! And in crowded people there can never be a spark of human tact; in the mirrors of backwaters, it would still be good to discover by hiding the empathy that is the hardest to earn! In dazzling strands of light, tadpole grains ****; their throbbing throbbings are understood by the mothers of Executioner Time, no one can wash their destiny clean anymore! - A sudden chilling touch runs down your spine; shadow being a benefactor, you look with jealousy at the mother who gave her life to you too!
 
Celeb dives admire themselves in a descending-rising mirror for days, for whom the most important thing is a deceptive appearance! Mischievous, flirtatious chirping eyes are lit up, and love is also handed out so that they can achieve their goals with conscious-seductive flirtations! Between the touching lips of two geishas, a viagast aggastya cracked, the body of parchment eagerly asking for mercy; their deceptive lies are common! "A cavernous soul would yawn for a little boy's grace for a meaningful conversation instead of eternal ***!" Post-mortem emotions would still dictate the Order loudly as they struggle

My dear earthly friendship is a glorified Universe! When I looked at you with hesitant, squeaking trembling after the winter-smelling aftermath of windy March idus; my incredible despair, and my selfish self-pity calvary — Intentionally you could feel yourself — if you wanted to — I didn’t go there to you! My chubby bones were rattled and crackled by the wind of the ordas: the crouching shadow on the line of my heel turned into an ugly bat wing and the peoples of the gentlemen were dressed like a *****! With ringing, friendly letters every day
 
I honor you and the sure doubts continue to make you uncertain: Are you still reading at all? And your redeeming tender Gioconda pillar glows again to a noble thought and we can become Friends!
 
But fearful: My life-giving, broad hope fades like a rotten straw in my silently killing Time, because you are not by my side to lift me up! The silly whims of tinsel trends are driving Man to my fashion monkey camp today! I would like to glorify understanding and Peace! Crying with humble humility I call you Dear to lift you up close to yourself! My stupor and my soul might be able to successfully confront those who sin against me, the marchers of my soul! "Without compromising on hateful compulsions, I might want to trust you alone when everyone else has left!"
 
Your quiet Universe being would glow on the hearts of my beating heart if you could, and honor me with the Angelic possibilities of your empathy! - You know: When I cry, a Child in me whines with you who needs to be comforted! My joy might be able to wake up alone next to you…

You constantly wander the path of angelic walks, as if you secretly suspect that a child's face is looking back at you from the crooked depths of mirrors, which seems to never age, yet you often think of it as an old man. The uncertain future is also an increasingly crippled ladder, because you lie to yourself when you think you can still fix or change anything.

The fever curve of your willful pride seems to be deliberately shot through in the morning by a stray arrow of conscious doubts; gurgling noises secretly terrify you, in case they might disturb you or harm you even more; the Present dissolves instantly, even if you are not willing to take care of it, apart from your skin that wants to peel, you still speak with broken Apocryphal signs, but only those who accept it completely and as a whole can understand it.

Halfway between swaying rows of walls, you are forced to stumble like the occasional drunkard, because you are afraid to know the one-essence; perhaps only the great Nirvana-nothing can await you with more complete loyalty, without giving itself away. Yet, in the rocky depths of your knowable soul, the eternal child who you have always been envelops itself in swirling silence! Memory and humility purr within you, perhaps only until you recognize the One-Beloved again, who will accompany you for a lifetime!

In front of us is a messy, -to say, -in the ***** of a stoic, tuna indifference, perhaps a bit persecuted, human -wreeds, give each other; I still want to save their movable values. Not only the spiritual poor-but also the turrannos that want to be of power, suffer from unknown blindness, because well-suited false interests are cheap, lying, and even so, the average is the same.

There may have been nicer, more successful worlds all over themselves, and as light promises, anyone who is still very susceptible to it was well-placed. Initially, all wills and intentions are creative and evolving, and in the meantime, it becomes manipulated, which runs through hand and middle and is ready for a pseudo -illusion, in which, undoubtedly, it can even be clung to a couple of decades, but after an accelerated disappointment; What was the point of formulas for dreams of card castles?! - Because the consciousness is increasingly not taking its place in its possible van.

And while upstairs, the pigeons who are desiring to fall in the sky can raid and they can empty their waste material in their mourning, the simple average can hardly wipe not only the liquid snow-white snacks on his head, but also the petty bribery of capitalized life.

It would be good to steal the expandable time, as well as the secret of Eden, a little for ordinary people; Instead of an imaginary joy and apparent, acute happiness crushes, extend the tangible prosperity that you. Not only spiritus, but even the Sus, is losing weight too early.

As a broken blow to couch silent; vile powers change hands as lingerie; the self-rescue movement fell voluntarily, the Infinite long ago destroyed! Something took hold of the selfish Souls and split! Bone-white, the faithful blinds stumble into the uncertain future! History re-sells itself with **** faith and serves everyone else instead of self-esteem! The Angels' redemption wings weigh heavily into sticky mud, for they are full of Twilight wounds at the base of their backs; in cages, puppies are devoured by bargained jackals - and there is no way out!
 
One-way streets are designated as intentional dead ends to make a possible career impossible from others! The little ******* chirping cute mini-lives are bustling yet because they can’t mouse paths to dance wobbly! The researcher, the vigilant moon, also became a blind man; he can only sit lame and motionless contemplating! In the Cosmos captivity of loneliness, only howling dogs can hear their judgment! The Seer fantasizes about dreams that have fallen into a well! And the thirsty one still follows dreams!
 
Judgment is constantly foaming at the contemptuous mouth of intestinal lepers because they cannot accept the changing differences! Worms are also raised in their selfish mirrors by exotic Beauties; today the World itself is tearing apart the threads that can bind Man-Man! Goodness can soon escape from ourselves and only the killer tuna selfishness remains! "Neither can people with spiked-mouths really be the ones to show themselves: there is a desperate maze of labyrinths on indulgent Faces."

When the shore tear between the two of us was completed: An important, small piece of the heart was broken with a huge sparkle and delicate strings: disappeared! - The internal organs that kept the weight of your true pearl tears, the transforming heaven of your happiness in you with the gaping depths of caves, are now offended as looters

with the words of silent bells they keep sobbing and do not understand: How could you let go, without the hope of a joyful reunion, the One, the True ?! A wounded tear burst out again and dripped its way like a soundless yet talkative glass ball, mercifully on the crater solitude of your ash face. "I was the first to lose my dear: You have left for a limited, perfectly sterile world, and a well-deserved marriage may have flourished in your heart forever!" Slowly, deliberately, the Secrets have legitimized in my heart: You may love me even more than anything, but inside, where something was swollen and tense at your gaze, now only the gaping, perforated like craters Nothing yawns!

And finally, you can see yourself filled with happiness; smuggling the belief that your heart might be fuller could be better than chasing the destroyed emptiness of your brave words endlessly! "I would ask you, your blessed hand, to take the pledges of my truths, the promises of my kisses, as a pledge," and I will take care of you on every doomed day of my life as before.