The biological part of immortality swirls in the heart with the countdown of death. Its final countdown is crashing with unbridled, fast-train speeds - when we come to the surface from our cavernous placenta-deep captivity with our creaking orphans - eagerly demanding hunger and caring! Out of the captivating light of the Universe, it is a crying toad

from the resurrection of liberation, we would all like to cry out for the one-sacred moment, to demand a chain of rights: In our mother's babysitter's arm, we can breathe deeply into our consciousness with perfect harmony, and hold eternal and immortal faith

the indulgence and the blessed peace of the babysitter indulgence and the hugging swan kills! How clear and simple the formula is in our thirsty love-hunger: Let's stay in our Time-Laced Face: beyond the ravine: Unforgettable, eternal smile, eternal gleam in the nuts!

Fulfillment of the Celestial-Earth Universe, moving to heart-home! - The process of our existence: the lawful order of our eternal cycle - if we couldn't stop it. In our hearts, as a calculated, timed bomb, the virtue of immortality, and death-beaten death swirls, while our heartbeat, like a raised alarm clock, clicks and tickes.

drumming into bars! As a high-speed train even today, with its unstoppable stubbornness, the gall is our Perc: Our caring concern only to our legal age! - We Can't Get Rid of the Game of Souls of Shadows That Lead Our Souls, ******-Eyed Laughs: The crater gap of our absence is still piercing, expanding into a gaping, dark hole - if we can't have someone to cherish our dreams with cherished self-discipline!

The pain was long, vicious in me! Wounded crater-deeply lurking burning stigma-wound mule still whimpering child whimpering daily: Howling the wild, ruthless “Afraid” The eternal children's shoes were worn by the mature adult s The ringing of promises guaranteed me -went years of echoing joy!
 
This galad now voluntarily closed his executioner-prison in his prison cage and deliberately forgot as a pathetic hiding place! It is an old-fashioned admiration for me to remain a romantic Knight and not have to face the trendy posh and counting goosebumps of this devalued, lousy Age! Even as an emigrated addict to loneliness, I will not be a exploitable grinning tool of tangled salvation even then!
 
I am still sleeping frozen in me, the fluttering stench of flutter dripping under the ashes of *****, which suffocates itself daily and does not allow me to move on! - It took me a long time to endure Humility when “some” used my life as a doormat with cheeky-seventies and forced me into a deliberate self-chasing cat-mouse duel! Because I could never want to play voluntarily; captivated by the drift of Fate directed to as yet unknown shores! The shadows of this vile-counting Age did not overwhelm me as an accepting acceptance: I could not have babysit my child yet! "Maybe it's all too late to try?!"
 
One day, perhaps, even a light caught will voluntarily bang for admission - let him welcome me into my heart…

The forgotten handshake is already embarrassingly serious; as the imprint of chalk-faced faces will you be an aggressor, or perhaps a conciliator who will redeem your loved ones?! Conscious fear runs through the rails of your laid soul! The effort to get there is everywhere! A family home may not be waiting for who really deserves it! Everyone stops near the top of their careers if there is no broker or protégé behind them! Confidence can also be gained with insufficient professional qualifications!
 
What makes a man of shipwrecked spirits disappointing and wild is the prediction of ****! Fashionable idiocy, which, like a good thing, sticks to the human character and leaves a pimple behind as a cold! - Chirping nymphs, flirting with prostitutes as flirting prostitutes, while having a solarium pass instead of a mind! Fallen prophets, as a rigid rule, tend to flee from wolf laws; the Vibrant hits the exposed concretes of firewalls!
 
In the throbbing glands, the vigor arises; phlegm disguised as help Promise! A crisis that replaces ambiguity; awareness is roaring among sizzling critics! The double cordon raises an objection if you really want to know others! Kushadnia wonder why in every Age a person should be, who is average?! The child of flattening compulsions is back! In the vegetation below, everyone is scratching and flattening their own benefit and there can be no more procrastination; what kind of pathetic over-regulation binds us to the Present, in which the living is forced to bribe ?!
 
It is always a surprise to snag a bump! "The temporary throbbing is tired once I have the ingrained fear in me!

Every partying party gives birth to a fanatical bachanalia! Dip their juicy stomachs into the liquid rivers of hysterical canary warblers, collagen kittens and chocolates carved with round, shaped figures and let them be immersed in lustful pleasure. If pounding belief proves to be a burden, and the fate that can be taken over, will force the babysitters into handcuffs, they will soon exchange their emotions and the ******* will be made vulnerable by love!
 
Carrying the One-Choice in the Loyalty Hall of Hearts is still harder than going to bed with cultured stallions in a variety of ways every day! Fairy person s and commonplace furies in one person are also prima donna; friendly-acquaintance phrases are only offered to break-up businessmen or bored billionaires!
 
Whose heart is a donor, an invaluable treasure like a coral island forced to exist in the interest-driven jungles of big cities! Life cannot provide its own coniferous plans if the other does not dare! The idea of goodness is revealed today instead of helping us in it! In a self-destructive closed-shell, one can only remain oneself until he listens to the Deficiency! Fracture symmetry is also increasingly lacking due to formal deficiencies!
 
The selfishly terrified person seems unprotected! - It is difficult for the profiteers to transfer to the secret frequency of human wavelengths! Exaggerated, confidential contacts can further damage the wise experience!

Volatile is the greatest thing in Life, whether it’s cigarette smoke or a three-day Universe kiss! Beating heart muscles ran out of mood; every beat is stuck and slow because this rusnya World has drowned in cocoa! The stunted petals of flowers are caressed by selfish prostitution! Our dry emotions die in the silences of symphonies! The only antidote to gigolines curling women is the current cultural defiance! Prove human indispensability with unwavering faith! Present, in gorilla-brain bodies and in the hazelnut brain of bikini fairies, the taoed extent has increased!
 
The charm flirting with the gods would hardly affect anyone anymore! The "pig-headed lord" has become money again! "Whoever looks wolf-eyed at the monotonous fall must have been a little engaged to Death, and he has put an end to his own cowardice!" "As a man, he falls into the cavities of swirling ravines that he also has a responsibility!" It stretches like a delicate leech in the life-destroying annihilation! Their rotting, spread-legged, lustful-smart foreheads are all driving you towards the economical business! - Waving with suicidal laughter, none of them break towards new-normalcy!
 
Winking invites those who make a lot of mistakes to a coup! Clinging to the crumbling fence cages of finite democracies is the second ordinary citizen who dreams of America! A dazzled, deliberately deceived, imperial market: whoever has more relational influence can rightly override the diminutive things of life with arbitrary despot rights! "I should take care of the petals of stolen, sorted roses, not tear them off like wild beasts."

Thirty-one? Is it true he approached sooner than ever! Can you believe it? With many of your rigores, you put the armored glove on the ground with a tearful diopter, but always with a raised head, you gave up and accepted without giving up! What about you?! For so long, they have not been able to reach the earth's threads of wide-contour ethers! XXI. century does it exist?

There is no bargain or consensus in the world of Tomorrow: Otherwise, anyone will be tormented! Did you just have the honest, pretended, True word: "We'll look for each other after college!" - Your words of hope echo in my head even now! Heed ,,! ' - I was forced to close myself and preserve our shared memories shining with an unbroken halo beneath the surface:

On every major occasion, I gave it to you with good wishes forever - while you knew everything about when you could catch up on my journey - and I had long since fallen out of surprise at everyone! All I could know is the ordeals of many years of fate tell me, were they for Nothing ?!

And when you were terrified, you hoped in my defense as an animal begging for help; because you felt thick pain in your lower abdomen. When you were lying in a hospital operating room, tortured with torture death as a trophy tied between surgeons ’butcher-knives while only your Appendix was removed.

A leech worm swollen from the intestinal tract of your intestines - have I complained or resented once? Among the many worrying, puffy fries, I brought juice and chocolate biscuits out of benevolence just to smuggle your mischievous smile back to the brim of your broken mouth!

Why aren't you by my side now, as you once promised? At least, if your good fortune brings it, could you message? What kind of friendship bond breaks up, breaks up so quickly? And why do I insist on a chariot that we never pick up, instead of permanently erasing, forgetting?

My worried fears surround me! Nights expelled on loud-roaring days lie on a flirt! Irritant **** yelling voices destroy empathy, further build spiritual harmony! Hurricane waves are fueled by unnecessary human tempers! Could I still hear the angelic motion under my Beloved's heart perhaps?
 
The cherishing wings of angels are rarely redeemed from this present Apocalyptic state! Grind your time to the unruly Heart! "The gates of the universe-lips are not sure to open in the midst of hesitant trembling!" Pounding wave sounds would be even better if you could compose the immortal sparkle of superstitious eyes!
 
The Light Galaxy of Hopeless Romances can bleed in a veil of purple-hardened sunsets! The ever-changing Human Spirit can only gain momentum through Someone Else; I am perfectly defenseless in my lost loneliness! Because I should have understood the rules of Survival with simplicity to stay alive!
 
Among the annihilating sand caves of silence deserts, where else could I find a refuge to ****? Can't I get kisses for fidelity? You can never serve Humanity enough to keep us afloat on the surface, and yet we fall into the deep without it! "Are you a rebel in silence, encouraging in silence?" Even if you deny it: you are vulnerable and at the same time a Prisoner!
 
You're fooling this idiot-free world! And maybe you can only trust you with Loyal Eyes on your way ..

I'm tired already! All compromising toplessness became meaningless, it came from my self-pity, a sudden weakness — loads of burdens on my shoulders, the solving of which I could hardly accomplish alone. My paths are narrowing at ever-narrower, lost corners - all connections are made from the solid ground of my slipped soles: I'm entering into the convicted bribery of little men! -

All I could dream of as a child in myself: Concentrated circles on a widening horizon, the self-indulgent hunger of little boys, the impotent, strangling loneliness and the throbbing pumping of my pulsating horn-heart doomed to internal fertility - I was left out on my stomach! - Observing desperate horde stars,

the whispering whisper of whispering amongst one another, the lips' intoxicating cry, the deepening, trembling sigh, the rippling of the sea are mine! Now, though I am empowering my treasures at the bottom of my soul, I have remained compassionately trained in cowardice, who has been shattered by many, many years, and once again remained carefree, restless, demanding, and hungry!

And I can only fold it towards myself, a pathetic question: Is it worth it? And was it a pity? How have I secured the eternal and immortal secrets of my heart, as sacred fruits of transience, to coquettish exploiters? "What I can keep are just precious, rich details - small-style."

the wooden dolls of my sealing, immortalized fonts on false paper! What crumbles like cement towers, when it comes to finite decay, it breaks down like tiny fragrant molecules of flower seeds. I should answer as a secret remorse every night to myself: It's worth it! - Feeling the omnipotence of glances in my heart-pits - and in the eyes of the deer I might discover the Almighty Peace - which I had already missed

Look! Someone cast stars from the naked eyes: In almond eyes, only two buttons were lit; two globes, falling comets. It was as if sweet emperor crumbs, rich peanut butter bread fragments had been swept off the sculptural face by the hand, which holds a broken vulnerability! Long intoxicating moments were attached to you and I thought the Universe was crazy - then upset. Foolishly, I let myself be led as a puppet, even though I should have just followed the higher law of emotion: The ancestral word of my heart!

Did you want us to talk? Honestly, clearly ?! "But there is a stenciled 'who feels'," somehow slipped the connecting clutch word, you stole the redemptive shelter among your other arms, while I just crawled after you like a hissing bear cub crying like a stanza, confessing my confession: I loved you!

My twist has just opened, because until then I had no idea you gave the intoxicating waterfall of your Eden kisses to someone else as a gift: Kiss, sanda eye-cathedrals - in the tiny lighthouse windows, tell only yourself? How could I have discovered the essence that guards your being in you? "Now one half of me is lame and helpless.

I don't even know if it will ever be? - with your furnished life, you are still only indebted and prodigal to me: I would honor your broken heart-promise to keep and bear witness to your future with your selfless generosity!

The order of power has long been established in the world! The One should have been protected from the dangers lurking in it; in the depths of his soul he is still quite stubborn, defenseless! As an exposed, orphaned child, all his pathetic pain was already felt inside: the stigma slogans of serial humiliations, terrorsita threats, as well as the permission of the majority to be ******! His dream sediment, his filthy gossip, would keep him awake, and yet he would always wake him up!
 
Troubled forgetful killer-accomplices also betrayed their Comrade Loyalty, and in the crossfire of trusting gazes there was always a series of body anxiety and self-confidence shrinkage! The same hardly forgettable complicity can be found in joke-telling; there is also a festive, ceremonial intimacy among the humiliating beatings, and with their sacrifices bleeding during murderous-joking awakenings, they grinned on their lips with a hyena grin on their lips! "I'll change my little fingers three times before I cling to them!" I would still be stuck in a chubby wall stuck in a mousetrap if I left it still!
 
The touching series of chatter-stumbles is repeated several times a day; my little track bothering is already pathetically disappointing at the same time! Where do they have preservable, eternal Friendships who could once be counted on?! Selfish error rates have already skyrocketed! It is still easier to smile on the side of all-time superiority than to make suggestions for changes! - You can consciously suspect traps who are seduced by the underworldly smell of gigs: nowhere's whims can be defended even more easily if the methods provided are taught! Someone upstairs is still having a great time…

I still have this creative fear: I am surrounded by amber or leander and trampled on you! Your hopes are swaying, shattered stars, your selfishness day by day as a hungry baby eternally demands love from you drunk and greedily. Your loved one is on the throne, not yet forgotten in your heart, his immortal image is shining more and more.

And now you have come to the end of your journey: Boundary s turning point, in pea-grain existence at the same time. As a silent convict, your ideas, plans, visions drowned in the sea of ​​your dreams! Your raging blood would protest, and roar, demanding a fair procedure, a right, and a law for you to hear Morality: Tiny blood molecules in your cell are saturated with suffocating, feverish puffing. I suffered moments

they follow and evolve from my self-pity! Everything is threatening! And they are tossing with deadlines, employing brains, working hands, and there is no shelter in the camp of the Wounded Believers! I should try to force my heart with positive thoughts, lion-confidence, but I am afraid that the sure wall will no longer protect me because it will soon fall down, and the

to my defense, which has so far helped as a probationary benevolent, may have ended: I am still a companion on this earth, and many shout, "Selfish, in your hunger for yourself you will remain!" "I lived at home and yet a planet alien!" My heavy smiles weigh on me like scarlet marks. In my cowardly orphanage, one day, there may be someone who leads me through unbroken trust and nothing. Difference brings variety, but only to those who correlate it!

Effortless tevelusta Man is true, but full of total fears! In his rain cloud eyes, all the collected Pearls of Truth are full of pain! On a child-adult left-handed estate who coughs forever, even himself is a gentle little track! Hissing is a heat bulge if it needs to be taken seriously and you can't get anything! Name-no wills the power of the law can no longer help! You are always forced to flatten, but rarely enjoy the silence of harmony! The truths of proud ladies of messianic extent should be sworn in! Systematic fatigue is already happening in Life!
 
Friendly guardianship can be enjoyed in supreme maternal lap by the prodigal flatteners in puffed silence; the backwind can hardly be! Who could push further - this time they have been resting underground for a long time! His brain, accustomed to determined abstinence, still understands and tolerates the grievances of sins well. The cacti formula of our conditions adds up many times over! The minute people of the Celeb Jerks hidden into tomorrow will slap you soberly! The bad System soon collapses tomorrow; it's worth nothing to save you from it!
 
From thinkers pushed back into an ivory tower, columns lurking for prey are swirling! - You can hardly want to level off in the killer-phlegm tones of alparity these days! Immersed at the bottom of sensationalist-haired multitudes, they try to dive into the side of the Pythianite Papuan Genes, a silicone miracle of their Angels! "You can no longer believe in the immortal love of the Universe!" Who keeps the correctness of ancient cones for themselves until the nails are torn, they are also afraid of the possibilities of change!
 
My thoughts may still keep the suspicion abundantly awake, who who intentionally curled the strands of my hair may have wanted a camp of raging idiots for themselves! End-length I don’t have a cane run for prosperity continues: A welfare consumer society also produces its own free-selling bull-dog

Where will you hide if the iron hands of raging gorillas get stuck in grabs and you break out of this time forever because there will be no one next to you ?! What kind of Soul pulsation, lost drum can drift anyway? Which of your face shadows is soaking in the water of haunting nights? Are you constantly terrified that the danger is complimenting you in your uncertain world ?! "There's no ringing in the firewall of hell for the eternal losers!" Your body orbits in a dream bay like a mutilated planetary continent, and when the spikes of insidious thorn bushes pinch, even the Angels laugh!
 
You know, a calculated moment of loss can surround you at any moment and devour your wounded Soul! You should look for your Underground Sun radiating within you even more boldly! The unreal in the Present amazes you! Ever since I feared the Cassandras-Report; you can't hide anywhere with your merciful gaze! Phantom pain throbs on the cochlea of my throat and in the headwinds, Fate! "The cheap little world becomes a *******!"
 
In Adam's costume, I would honestly stand before the Beloved: Would you accept ?! The molecular gates of besieged Eden should not be taken possession of as a colony of cheap wars! Your dreams are spurred daily to return to the ruthless reality with caracan! We mirror by blurred in black and white! Your bamboo hand worships knives when you bite into the Universe! You know: in the face of the very Hyenas Age, the "no more" instinct is in check! - Your faithful items will be waiting for you when everyone else has left.

Hallo! "Once the angel has made sense of existence again, now he's just sleeping still!" "Is it you again ?! Where are you talking from Why don't you visit ?! I haven't seen the gamma rays of your immortal chestnut eyes that have been blinded for so long! ”

Just not because of your selfish husband? Are you a free and independent lady and woman, and are you still just tolerant of the word of arbitrariness deciding for you ?! "That's not how I appreciate Loyalty!" You remember?

I remained faithful to my murderously honest word, but inside you something mysterious could be broken… To listen with my ears richly hearing in your cells to my fragile heartbeat and the raging despair within me! - It must be too windy

I was whimsical to you, did you find it? If only you could know that in every hidden word-bush like a fly in wine, I beat you in a symphony of serenades and you always shone! But righteousness came over the souls of the two of us: The bittersweet bread and the black soup came!

You know, I wasn't able to lie to you because you deserve the absolute truth - Now tell me, where are you talking from? ,, You're already telling me to get off me! Knock it down, OK! ” "And your voice is hurting, stabbing, hurting like the razor teeth of the harming Kharübdis, hyenas." Then let’s ask ourselves the unanswered: Why can’t we just be really friends?

Because he secretly tears it apart, secretly tears apart something in them, broken apart… The double combination of the Universe is still rampant in them, throbbing! You let it go easily! Come to your senses!

It would be good just to have a child-faith, even in a playful time in the Garden of Timelessness, just a little bit to understand a little to understand the absolute references of the Kitin soul. Or maybe it would be better for Robinson's shipwreck to survive forever, who would rather escape the country of dreams because he dreads the wolf trap of reality?!

It would be good to drop every duty jacket once and for all; The thirty-six-hour verb-robot burden, which not only carries a harsh body of the body, carrying lead-in-the-scrubs, but also an office public official is at least as fed up with the small campaigns of constant chopping. The slightly confusing life drive, which has been closed in lines, is extinguished by the misery of everyday life.

The equalized voltage contradictions will wake up, then tense to each other, even under a careless moment or a lost sigh-era: Is it worth it?! Only the next transient time can only be done. - The tree of wisdom, free thoughts, as well as other insignificant so -called. Freedoms no longer grow by themselves, because "some" first sprinkled the land of common sense and intellect with salt and later acidic acids, which made almost everyone at the time of the brain.

It would often be better to have a total disappointment, because then the wise man would no longer be able to trust his mere coincidence to the otherwise uncertain fate or the forces of invisible doom.

A self-grinding thought of a hesitant train at night; only the Heart can guess the eternal secrets! He clings to the infinite desire of the Universe in hopes of kissing, and the desire for a sparkling phenomenon dissipates in the sadness of Finality! We are full of Eternity and as a pure contradiction we lie to ourselves! The blade edge of Kanganó Time boldly cuts off its possibilities for aspirants, and in the crossfires of lost gazes you will find the only precious Treasure hard to find!
 
Even so, our existence is a flutter of fire, a creation of fire-flame; we want to rise and rescue from the ground with will! In extended tranquility, it would be so good to relax even to slip into endless seas! I would accustom my heart to joy if I still had, and if my friends, who believed me eternal, could stay by my side in my difficult times! On the collapsing wall of Being and non-being hangs the renewing Being by the swirling Nihil-nothing; where will the coffees of Grace stay then ?! Frozen Solitude as melted darkness settles on the inner self to proliferate the Apocalpic culture!  
You should learn to trust again in a rainbow of joy! The feasible could still be dreamed back into the waves of reverie, and in the immeasurable night the broken Plans can only be understood by your immortal Beloved as a nurse wishing to rock! You would be wondering more and more about the holy moment for Someone to be saved from this earthly hell where you have always been left with a pathetic shipwreck! Don't let Maya's veil tempt you once and for all and bring her to death

Between four walls, the whispering moonlight tattooed monster figures in my heart! From him I am so difficult and often speechless! Filled to the brim with the words of the Prophet, I deliberately trip myself from the pitfalls of obstacles! In my entrenched loneliness, I often associate with my memories! The eternal Child who could have stayed seems like a split mind! Defend and indict everywhere! The world has extended above my head! my true face would donate to the immortal Beloved with the true pearls shattered into many pieces!
 
There is an eccentric smile and a quiet song! Between the cages of my ribs, the pulsating throbbing of the World can be heard crystal clear! The broken tidal wave rumbles in the place of my heart attack and I am often afraid to live and hope! It is unbearable for people to often become more phlegmatic! "Perhaps it would have been better if I had made a separate emergency exit while there was still room to escape!" Celeb centrifuges to be vomited to fainting in feline-mouse ***** of V.I.P. party faces; as if this Age were constantly experimenting with those who have a dot of hazelnuts in place of their brains!
 
Many are just vulnerable puppets in a sphere of crosshairs! Renegade self-pity is already captured; The philosophies of death circle and often threaten! Above all chance, webs of secret connections float; scratching the wounds of the earth who really wants to plow! With the burdens of the world on my wing-shouldered shoulders, with the smile of posterity! I can't bathe in the shower of lukewarm rays, the cell grids are richly needed to shock me with a sure mind!
 
As a flock, this present society can be captured and driven at any time; As a shepherd of the stars, it would be good to endure more tolerances and humiliations

My feet are swaying to the extermination next to the bird-mountain, studded with the rivets of surgical scars, where the old forest once dreamed of an even fuller and calmer harmony, a happy fulfillment: At most a grumpy bush, if you look at me! Offended, pregnant Sisyphean gorge resumes their orphaned tears with offended clouds: Abandoned, heavenly continents. Twilight's red blood kiss is still haunted by a dying, pisla sundial!

Semi-rich pasture, half-built concrete Atlantis — plenty. I continue to walk and take my feet, the attention that has moved far away involuntarily wanders, and it hovers here and there in the shadows of pasts: I have seen a beautifully decorated celebratory girl. There was an immortal emotion on his red lips, like a ripe and irrevocable cherry!

But now, like me, the departing one is moving away, because he himself is certainly a conflict avoider - he looks at my beautifully, understandingly barren, magpie-legged face, the year rings of my suddenly silver-turned hair. The unfaithful lover, by saving himself, makes a bargain, betrays him.

And between the vague crossfires of exploratory glances, two pounding, innocent hearts dream of the risk of a rechargeable, earthly universe! - Twilight haze is still simmering and struggling on a soft hilltop; The time of the singing birds may have been sacrificed forever, and the beautified Time will not deceive either - but in the solid and uncompromising captivity of the valleys there, the immortal transcendence still remains patient, secretly longing for Someone!

Then the Night will come and if you don't take care of yourself, your feeling precious heart will turn into a gloomy darkness and bark! Your tense drumming on a pounding petal will not caress you for a living Angel's mouth, boiled into faithful kisses, and the mischievous touch of swan hands will not caress the labyrinth, complex yarn of your veins dancing with rope dancing! "The bloodthirsty Sun, proud and proud, runs above you like a hungry vampire, and people who promise roast pigeons a gift of pride when they fall ready to flee in the test of Honesty and lurk like shifty!" You should finally trust Someone, even if they are abusing the secrets of your acquaintance - even then!
 
You can know the Truth about yourself if you are justified, it is still by your side; reliable so hard! - In the useless, restless depths of human hearts, a murderous Silence spreads and lurks! "We cannot know Responsibility!" "Let the innocent scapegoats be punished for our sins." And his discarded existence was voluntarily offered as a column prey, it was destroyed for the benefit of others, and it became a recyclable flower ***! Like the dead before the ritual wash, the prisoners before the interrogation - you cannot sell selfish cones in your faithful heart! - You still have a stubble of flames loyal to you, a directional torch - as a new cellmate, you can't save the link compromise, because you have become a rogue, and you can be a bribe on your own, you can betray your vulnerability!
 
And who knows about himself that he has voluntarily lost by serving a higher and perhaps noble one - he feels: he cannot sink in vain

In the furrows of the foreheads, unexpected problems and troubles are now settled; The hopes that were believed to be missed would still be so good to get back from the whirlwind of the sea. The dark rags of the overwhelmed nights, like the tangled amber, unexpectedly wrap the body and soul's complex instinct molecules, which are absorbed and can be integrated into the cells of the cells.

In the midst of increasingly difficult overtime on weekdays, they ventilate their tasteful, swearing sieves from motorists when they are late or are sitting in the rush of traffic jams.

In our world -wide anxiety, why can we feel that everything and everyone is for sale, bribed, or just emotions swap and falsify at the same time?! Human-wreckage offspring, even inverted roots, sprinkled or even scapied from wet drained lands-there is no new blood vessel length, in which man himself can only be transit.

Nowadays, it is not good to be a lot of slit, after all, puzzles guarding secrets can be ashamed of the universe or love-believing love with enigma-level Morse signs; Why do you have to drag on a rope like the vulnerable stray souls with the delicious diva ladies, consuming angels?! Soaked eyelashes are dripping like dark, tattooed ditches, while confetti-racks sprinkle a small bargain.

Between artistically composed gorgo heads and centaurs, they can look less and less in the way of humans; It is unbearable, not-deserved, useless, superficial applause for the ugly, fornica!

Our pitiful pit sins, which are beginning to spawn, should be immersed in sobering, snow-white light! I should definitely condense the emotions of amok runs into broken parts of moments! I deliberately stray from the already massive, pop-culture collection of butterflies, and when no one can count on it, I return to the throbbing petals of lady-hearts as a Hermit who sees childish wishes! My towel, which is temporarily spread out, replaces the soft pillow under my neck! "Sleepless Lethe-sleep would require a whisper in the shadow of troubled nights," my aging shingles have all been wiped out! In vain would I ask the shadows lurking under eaves, encouragingly, who is his son-calf?!
 
Many already give themselves up lightly just so they can be at the forefront of sniffing gravity! Prohibition trees advertise an easy-to-implement luxury standard; fertility and prosperity! "You can never find peace among the remnants of someone who was born restless!" Everyone is already counted with officially configured digital devices! Surely scanners would search in vain to find a place they wouldn't find anyway! In my old and new age, everyone has an entrance, but I should knock! Only my orphaned heartbeat could remain; I have always lacked the underworld calm of my petty creature!
 
I didn't spy on fresh chicken meat with a spy invention! The little boy's danger of falling was written on my half-naked face! I have learned to reveal myself’s personal self is never free because there is always a constant risk of major injuries! For more delicious laurels, the jerky gingerbreads of *** generations will even go to your lap! In their insidious board game, the protein of their betraying teeth kills killerly! Where can the Dear be, who will hold my hands left alone?!

Who else remembers the faithful, friendly handshake, which we used to give each other a gift of each other as the pledge of possible adult lives?! Next to our eyes, the raven-born, attractive little hind legs are trembling, while our thinning hair, which began to be bald, testifies to decades of turning reversal.

In the harbor of the sea bays, Lorelalay fairy shape, unfolds his long hair, on which the water drops are still trembling as the pearls of real beads, and his superstitious gaze still says, "Don't be afraid of anything! I will save from all the Galad -Komis troubles that this traitorous world will deliver to us!

This is how the exclusion of conscious loneliness was once; When we thought we were eternal childish, adolescent, that the so-called. Absolute adults can never speak anymore because it does not belong to them. And while the soft heads were overgrown, and some of their children were born, somewhere that little man had a far away, and on the jersey of the cooked weekdays, fearful, we can hear his child -mouthed intellect.

The deeply hidden silent man was unexpectedly knocked, and while he was hesitant, we were stuck on the chessboard of the capitalized life: that we should go where we should go or just happen to be happy and happy.

Now, as if he was driving a wind, cloudy clouds jump over and down with a brief grasshopper. It is as if he were a prisoner of time, which he had never let go, but many times he is in prison if he doesn't pay attention enough, or his ever-acting attention is wandering away.

All prisoners of the age of the modern mass man are to avoid this temporary fact -at least for the time They like it.

Gigantic lottery game that -involuntarily -is now involved, and although he has long been aware that he should have left the cheap chase of small -children's dreams, but no one is so cheap that he even tells himself - Although nothing is excluded nowadays.

The eternal one of the Nesse was always followed by a shadow; With a broken cheap momentum, he finished another telling card circle because he was eagerly chasing the momentary reputation, buying happiness, ownable economy, even though he knew it was no use, because it was just a silent voice without a sheet of emptying!

This is how it slowly becomes the practical action of persecuted minds of everyday cheap-elementary commercial days.

Unnoticed kitsch-suspicious movements manipulate, distort, and surround their unprotected victims; It is as if they could not swam the fraud and the multiplied collapse themselves, because only the sincerity of souls is the only viable path. The moment is no longer divisible, as well -thought -out lies leave molds in the pores of cells.

The tamed faith of pipes often bleeds on a nippy lips if they cannot feel the amber laundry of the righteous universe; Hammer strokes of breaks and suspicion remain with people, if you want it or not, because it becomes part of it. It would be so good to bandage the broken wings of iron angels, not to wait in exchange for financial benefits.

The lashes are extended, and in the shade of the man, the man's tanned, wake -up coffee is still staring; His chronic mornings are delighted, thirsty, as if he were no longer drunk, but it was sobering the origins of instincts. Life often rings us unexpectedly, like a set alarm clock that goes around again and again.

The decades have come back and forth into the haunting periods of unemployed childhood, when everything could seem much more predictable and maybe simpler. Sometimes only truth can examine the holy sins of the eternal moments broken. It would be good to leave the camp of the fixed liar believing once and for all!

Goodness awakens in a draft, lends water to a chubby face, and goes to serve for Literature! It is not listed as a deliberate surplus in the public consciousness! At times, it is surrounded by unworthy dishonesty that, as a Columbus scout, he stands out among piles of manuscripts! He never forgives the Past lightly; misery-grievance travel with him! Snarling Celebs look out of the overheated testosterone air in gyms! They judge lightly and waste their obesity! Chirping, cheap kittens laugh and scam Judas money again; puffy whimsical presenters print the jagged, brainwashed text; infected idiots peak their minds instead of their heads in place!
 
Very useless years follow in the marshes of the surface; free-thinking thinkers are nailing it modestly, and they may know that the Truth may come to light one day! "Defiant, gnashing of revenge - fearful - would hardly be enough, even the Sunbeam is wilting into a pitch-colored pool of honey!" Stepped by the selfish fear of hopeless romantics! Everyone is already surrounded by the saltiness of money and the desire to bear the one from whom you can still profit!
 
Expensive Treasure is becoming less and less common among nurses today! It is no longer possible to build a card castle from the camp of sour disgusts and malevolent critics! Sloppy leeches would hide in their circles on a leech; all-pervading cloak-turners, slender pribes! Among fiery, light-blooded women, it is increasingly difficult for the eternal Child to stay afloat, who is hurt by his selfish vulnerability! Soft willers even caretakers decide their destinies and further careers! In lukewarm scandal chronicles, you can rarely even have a Happy End! - Even with a little evil, a lot of everyone can catch up: a volunteer emigrant is in captivity wrecking a shipwreck

You have to stay inside, strive for the right. Turning to ourselves, we still need to know, believe, and hope: Deliberately conceal the hidden sufferings and secrets of humans to more vulnerable souls who, with understanding, can go on another string. Over the years, striped Adam costumes have been covered with a bunch of hair bundles, and the Heart is throbbing confidently and discreetly among the gray strands that hide here and there!

- Inside ourselves as a groping mole, like under the extended hats of vulnerable hedgehogs and mushrooms, in search of nourishing insect-arthropod delicacies! All will! It binds to itself like hardened concrete, wounds like velvet stubble,

- we feel crushed, sized and broken under the weight of responsibility, broomstick eyelashes, a wardrobe of barbed wire: Watching hands beg for unbelievable opportunities!

- Yourself Faith: Yourself Existence Or Or Breathe Like A Natural Formation From The Harmonic Crossing Of Biologies - It's never too late to find it again! You must not lose - inside your broken pots - if you can rebuild, even in the last line of battle, to go forward against the savage, squeaky hatching of bullets, but with the ignorant herds of sheep not raised, but in cover, even by outlaws !

The Great Bottle: A Reflection of Our Conscience Often - It Happens To Be Blooded, Often Rips: We Can Leave Our Adam Costume - Believes The Equalized Equation Of Our Birth, Crisp On Our Bones, And Tense: Our Weakness Concentrates! We are silent, incorruptible Ancient nature will not have mercy now - we are stumbling across the thorns of vulnerable human taunts - and Man, if done well

not only will the memory of his earthly life be merciful to him, but his creative charisma can be realized under the creative hands!

I'm a sore bunch of meat in the tidy mess! I would wake up from the daze if I could - someone will always be by my side! My brain is constantly filled with disturbing memory; sparkling self-awareness can often help you come up with more ideas! - Transient nothingness in the night and yet where the deserved pleasure of the Universe can make a nest, the immortal moment elevates to itself! They are attacked by bitter cold winds and the cheerful sun heat only permeates their heart-smiles!
 
The plucked lashes of the wind wave my face with their icy breath; in the smoothing of its water, the cold lack of Being often shines! Does everyone who became eligible for Death at birth fatten Human Death as a cancer ?! - Even now it transforms Experience s Time; deep well stars are blinking in my eyes could only come Someone who really wants to get to know me! A frozen dawn is shaken by my confession: "Do I have to cry out to the depths to be taken seriously ?!"
 
The footprint of Loyalty-Sworn Loves can still be discovered in the ashes of rock blocks and snail shells! The shakiness of Finality torments you many times! In every waking dream I try my selfish Death; after tomorrow, no more laurels can be created for me, and the happiness that can be found does not drop its only petals for me either! One could already silence my anxiety that surrounded me on my apostate days; where neither star nor light penetrates the primordial bottom of my ignorance: when can I rise again so that I can learn to believe in myself ?!

My auditory canals are sensitively irritated by the obscene-jerky flower tongue; cyber-youth hangs on the phlegmatic lips and always creates! Every talk, flick style is another crime against iris cultures! Titch childhood is sprouting from consumer societies! The Pan Péter complex is cherished by cautious parents! Who is curious about romantic beauty miseries around a composed poem?!
 
This is how betrayal is deliberately lurking in undermined, hooked eyes! Those who have been stabbing the stacks for a long time and their prosperity in time will be preoccupied with the gloomy tabloid media: brain-splattering, dubious existence on fragmentary sentences! Do not use your passive vocabulary at most if you make new contacts! Anyone who is sure to tremble will never have to think of tricks! And Exotic Beauties will also be tangled, squeezable lemons if the beauty industry group massively grinds them ahead of time! They will be exiles in brilliant promiscuity who could never listen to the words of their anxious mother!
 
Every waste is a sincere tear of household waste! Many southern-rich, hard-bodied lemon bodies are rocking under the guise of jaccud! Who infected with truth serum can see exactly what is going on here?! "Who has fallen into the hands of savages many times to assess his possible mouse paths!" In a growing pushed-darkness, everyone is already defenseless! Self-candidates are always forced to hold back! With my clown grin mentioned, I can only serve those who give heart! The constant burden of the main loss is now hitting freethinkers more and more

Now even chimneys paint the dense hairdresser at night: The bearded chimneys of the houses ping the skirts of the pearl stars. The death of golden trees has long since been sacrificed: Now in contemplation, to see and unravel meditative connections would come! Maybe they can unravel the mysteries of the Gordian knots? - Not by many simple cuts, as the Macedonian ruler did in one fell swoop,

but with reasonable s scientific reasoning if necessary! "Every summer midnight, the balmy stuffiness of Time, dripping on me like a thick molasses, yet I waited, waited, and held myself, killer-hardened, breath-suppressed, that your beautiful eyes, far and wide, trained in brown flame, were waiting for me alone!"

My attention and trust in you grew richly with my patience day by day! I didn't want a cocky roar because of you: I got out of your love carousel on a voluntary basis, to which you just replied, "It was a good joke!" - I wanted the treasure of my existence, and you are a part, an inner cell molecule, which, like the transporting glass bubble, transports the life-giving oxygen beads patiently, understandingly

yet with ant diligence in the order of my prison body! The World can now wrestle in vulnerable hibernation — and, like me, it exists alone, it exists, it has remained in captivity! Every single day, I facilitated our immortal, eternal, co-spent minutes, and I secretly hoped so - foolishly, you do the following: Sometimes, when I still remember you send me an email with great grace,

and if your heart can still feel me, you ask, "How are you?" "Thank you, I'm fine for now, I'm fine," though he treads on my every day, bleeding the knowledge that you can't be with me!

It only cherishes laughter and keeps the eye! A good-hearted, heart-wrenching naughty laugh! The prayers of sorrow, beads of treasure trapped in the humility, are kept closed by the bleeding soul, and we are consciously afraid to show our vulnerability to our loved ones! The grimy heartbreak is hidden in the brilliant, dark skies; in a moldy coat sings a shadow behind us! There is less and less responsibility in our dazed world!

As a vulnerable locust body, blood is leaking from me, something that is conscious, instinctively afraid of everything I feel and want to believe! Doubt and despair keep hugging and sharing! In the digestion of my little boy's anxiety, in the robe of stolen laughter, I tend to cry deliberately! - Layers of polluting the unknown, dumb Future are gradually loading on me!

The ordered biology of my body is threatened with a clicking, timed death! "Well-aware, your charming, insidious superiority has long been a shortage of me: it would be a good idea for myself to scrape the ruins of bravery to enable me to remain an unknown being and to remain human!" ***** bargains and betrayals in the boiling tongue of boiling tongues, which is already a debt of secured career promotions! The stinging stench of deceit seems to be embodied in self-serving interests; fierce, poisonous vultures with murderous-grin The poignant wandering war of hyenas is playable naive!

Foolishness of my disadvantages! When will we be able to re-learn human selfless laws so that we can see the essence on the plaster of superficial things ?!

He suspects he had long since killed, greedily stopped himself in silence and knew he could no longer remain among men; It is destined to be a Hermit that preserves its solitude and there could be no other way but loss! In the palm of his hand, the parted handshake froze between his Marshian furs and he could not fall on the neck of the Beloved of the Universe!
 
He felt the life of pity driven into exile tremble because he was buzzing with a swaying, stigma-wounded, fierce fever! He didn't even know how long he was waiting, useless, stumbling on another sounding Promises and clinging to honest words - he did for a long time: He waited for Nothing while he could turn his back or mosquito for the sake of the world!
 
He woke up cursed, comatose; many times he said a hopeless Judgment over himself: No more! Like an old pain glowing scar panting in his body - Even among humans, like leprosy, he rarely dared! Konok and the apostate Age would have kept the renewed hope, he often pondered himself and preached out loud: I had had enough of everything and I would resign!
 
Being burdened His shoulders with sisyphus-rock loads on a daily basis, and thus He became more and more crusted, shrunken, and unyielding! He has been a scapegoat since he was born and yet an eternal Adolescent Rebel; his enemies who interrogated him knew this too — and when the End came he thought he thought his life was complete and still realized in childish wonder: How much could he not do!
 
The fireflies of lights hid in his sparkling eyes - He would have been a Man because he had sinned vulnerable!

The off-line state of inhumanity follows! The silly era of toast shame is long gone! In the depths of every gaze spiced with enchanting exoticism, the tempting profit-seeking is curiously alert! Celebrity-infested retinas are now covered in a thick cataract: Spectacular charity is just fashion in front of the screens! Flirtatious cyber-droids, collegiate diva queens give each other V.I.P. parties on the corner of crowded, fluffy fork districts and rags with milk thrive everywhere!
 
Pacemaker performs a digital countdown no matter how many times the Live One clings to his throbbing heartbeat with all his efforts! Even in constant ******, we can no longer be completely self-centered and ostentatious to the core! “Self-seeking, fleeing queens enjoy the public life of shop windows while not even noticing: they have become public prostitutes with the promises of prosperity! Even in the plasticized vibrations of faces that can be predicted over time, we cannot safely navigate and recognize the essence of a child's party, who was once protected by a guarding-protecting, caring conscience!
 
In Kripa-larval gazes, the twilight darkness fits just as well as the gaps in the gaps left behind! Even a burning forgotten lamp; star myriads are scattered superstitiously by the human eye, while the inner values of the other are finally found! For the last time, we could embrace proud shores built from our memories to feel like we were once Humans and not just acting, pathetic wrecks! "As if everyone had pathetically forgotten where he came from and his bitter struggle, which it all involved."

There was something elusive in you! Faded chubby face with hamster arch in crystals! Sure! I was trying to put you out of a pyramid of old-fashioned laughing wrinkles. Towels fluttered like a hanging flag of surrender. Where is your deer-eyed angel who promised the universe in return if you redeemed it - and now neither word nor speech has suddenly left you as a camphor ?!

And where is your cranky, restless lover who sinned along with sand grains? The universal message of orphaned immortality and the romance of our kisses came with it! "Something unspeakable primordial matter, a secret cell-cathedral, has burned in you: Proclaiming a long-standing Order as a yawning ruin, and now you're pondering one thing and another: down in yourself - why don't you still find the answers?"

Shaggy forest eyebrows are still covering you with more and more hesitantly vulnerable tears - not sure how long? In addition to the dazed copy of your face, toiletries and toiletries are impatient: A shower rose will send you life-giving pearls! Just always listen inwards!

Always straight and between your two seeing eyes: The interior will become enlightened, and perhaps he hopes for salvation on a strained retina. In your hall pits, sharp blood vessels, twilight craters swell, swell due to lengthy strains! “I woke up to crypt ditches — in vain the dawn of dawn; he peeked in and woke up again in mischievous ways.

The ridge stretched like a giant, panting giant!

Because wherever you look today, you can see the party ****** of beggar-lived, petty oligarchs, half-God snobs, diva-bachans! Unceasingly suspicious of the sudden coming of flashing fame, glaring flashes gossip-bang! Deafened depths reign in the home of our rainbow retinas under the forehead, as they can only notice the riches of appearances, the advertisers of luxury lifestyle tricks, whose billions of ringing music are just vile change!
 
From the everyday stories of despised mob prophecies, an eccentric miracle beetle is selected by the grinding media machine, and boldly believed to be by the rings of proud lies; a valuable link for human species! The tense of lingering promises can be the word-jokes of lowly jealousy and hatred hidden in preaching voices, appointed innocent! In the lap of the much-suspected Underworlds, a slender, little minute-human blue room is created every day! In snoring vulture-eye cavities, cheerfully stirling-flirting eye-***** are watching! We consciously strive for the increasingly familiar emptiness!
 
Because we are becoming more and more indifferent to each other, which almost hurts in alarm! When we can look at ourselves, we remember and return at the same time! In sly smiles, we raise walls of temper against each other; in everyone doubled Heart beats, they just forget to “some” listen to his word! - Self-propelled shadow also falls into strands of light in intimate harmony - if you experience it! As Siamese twins, they cling to each other many times Past and Present! Maybe we’ve always wanted to be better than our own humiliated, false self-roles yesterday

I relied on my self-pity, my spasmodic despair, my rigid hesitation. I went to cover in front of all-seeing eyes, behind the stinky and contagious clouds of toilets, to the homeland of sticky dirt! I understood the solitude of the chipses bags crouching on the ground, the silent boycott of shrunken cola bottles: when I was a sick little child, I didn't want to get out of the cherishing shelter of beds!

The toilet, the dirt, the dirt, the filthy swear words together as a sworn enemy against me, none would have helped: ,, Fear not! Keep your head up! Go further! - I can guarantee it; was the skewering action of the innocent, our main catch. I am a loser adolescent! I can count on my doubts, I dream in the silence that carries the Universe - my cell room is silent, lousy-cold!

"How did the tormenting whips let the sufferer live for a while?" - Come on, come on! Vengeful, stubborn hatred flashed richly from their hyena teeth, and they spat out like infected, and strangers used to! "I should wake up permanently from the Night of the Nightmares!"

Insanely, like crazy, I talk to myself, to myself! An orphaned gaze comforts me - on the cosmic bridge of stars in the throbbing night I imagine: And it doesn't come towards me no, it helps, just the sound of a squirrel cheers, comforts! Uninterrupted in my cogwheels: I don't see a forest of open air from proliferating thorn weeds, tarragon bushes!

And I'm afraid that Hope will only be temporarily bribed as a negotiated travel companion!

Anyone who has become a caress and has satiated for many years now looks down on his luxury citadel: self-tanning, solarium kittens can already easily lose their basic colors! The dreamy lifestyle and the stylish jaccudzi fall apart into its parts! The prostitution of Being a ******* can no longer be traced; even at events, a stone-rich snarling shell can be witnessed by those staring at the screen! Distinguished, twinkling accomplice-masonry smiles at wedding moments; one is barely twenty-two, while the other is already seventy-five! Between two hot quarrels, a giggling, grinning charm-grin! Prolonged myocardial fever, near infarction after promising!
 
They embrace each other like the newly initiated, while in the depths of their souls a superficial blush breaks their superstitious petals! The price of any phenomenal glow is real Betrayal! Why whirl if someone longs for a normal life on the side of the happiness found? Under the roof is the well-assembled dowry! Dads of large families broke out of the gate-closing panic because they longed for the adrenaline-boosting nectars of common forbidden fruits!
 
The warfare of Propaganda-blonde underworld bombers is already plagued by the wallet and the red carpet! Everyone circulates like an exile and everyone is eagerly surprised by a special adventurer, his career appetite: the satiated woman is always hungry even on the bed of Procrustean beds! The joy of life of the Cassandras is already on schedule! You can make a bargain with a light heart for cooling latrines, company-wicked villains! “Imaginary hysterics imitate a deliberate nose fall in their mouthful of nail shoes so that the tabloid press can write about them for days.

Inexhaustible is growing in me your fear! I build a skeleton in my mind for every bagatelle nothingness! I am inexhaustible in me dwarf despair, unbearable dread! The fingers holding accusations to the Present are already pointing at me; my lion doubts are inexhaustible in me too - carving square signs on the mounds of the universe of the twilight, ghost midnight pillows…
 
In my soul I carry a little boy dissected for his memories; chubby, feverish grimaces on his feverish face! I hesitate to drop star ***** of tears! The Happiness you find may not even be reserved for me! I can't watch limelight's chirping babes anymore because I immediately capture my explosive temper! Pawnshops give laurels a five-minute reputation: intentional jerky free-mouths scare you to death!
 
Everyone prefers a thick mask of indifference to phlegm; I'm running on my back! All those who once stood up for their individual beliefs turned into an empty-eyed, canal-shaped, massed tadpole population! Pain also divides understanding sounds into Judas chalices! The events that have taken place look like black unopened baskets: instead of surprises, they give birth to an inherited complaint, unintelligible quarrels!
 
I am a heart with a shadow of pain: whoever knows me honestly can know his confidence I measure his humanity! Everything is out of control! The responsibility that People would have to glaze apologetic words settles as excuses! Milky-toothed wolves squeal and tear the incomprehensible ramparts around themselves

An alarming and curious era of restless surprises is coming! Cultured Alpha males, pampered, solarium bomb-goddesses suffer from their self-indulgent exhibitionism and are thus already depressed and determined on the meaningless treadmill of the same existence! “Stretching, embarrassing loneliness came to us uninvited, like the exiled Stranger: human maturity could hardly tame jerks in a killer-phlegm manner!
 
A cultured minority was preparing for a serious speech to surprise itself: slowed down, deliberate reflections can no longer be trusted! The exploitable essence of conscious career building has kneaded a new mask from grimacing grimaces on the faces of chirping kittens! Instead of joining forces to finally get rid of the greedy longing - indifference — they let themselves be bribed to sell them out for a desire for a better life! Comfortable holding could rarely attack in indefinite states! Even the words of beauty are already circulating! and even heart-pounding lies to each other! They couldn't reach the wounded and delayed moment!
 
A dripping rain sparkles the offended eye as he looks into the memories of the transient! Many remain superficial on the surface with willful intent! In their tiny, tingling optic nerve, they would not be able to find the Essence and feel it with will! Chills in hibernation are also self-love and an exaggerated, deformed body image cult, which is preferred by nowadays! - You can already know from human eyes: they are cheating and they are cheating! - Our hopes are also reduced to lovely butterflies! It seems, in every matter of consideration, hyena-smiles rooted in the world, a phlegm-hatred, a killer-interest thought

Even a sharp-roaring cold can’t fall well; Your ***** of true pearls will stick to the veins of your flaming face like a red apple and will smash and knock when they hit the ground! He would sniff high up, gasping for mountain air a little cleaner, preservable, like an asthmatic! Your confidence erupts in your wounded petal soul; your selfish life is nailed to a chair or table; you are starting to get used to it gradually: you can't be right either. They'll knock down your worn-out taxi clock!
 
What a killing, lousy slap in Life! And maybe for "some" it's the leader, because that's all there is left! Holy indifference already envelops you as a restraining force! The Present is creeping and twisting with Angola! And everyone hides back into their own flesh when they humble themselves! Depth and Height are already nesting there in everyone! A mysterious intuition of prophecy is often torn out of non-existence; decisions are forced out by the Word of Traitor! In your shivering smile, you may know yourself when the snow falls!
 
Your introverted loneliness is also becoming more Stone Age; your soul is constantly hypersensitive Irish on a barely known chessboard! The restless, curious child inside rubs the purple petal of your heart! With an open mind, you would welcome everyone to be your sincere Friends, but you are already going to the wall from the corinates of jerks! - You expose yourself to the fact that by listening to the solid vases and the rattling of fragments of memory, which are emptied of your past deprived life, you are still listening.

With a naive, almost smiling, faithful faith, I did not know for a long time that the world was saturated with blood, dirt, filth. Wherever I look, I look like a crowd of human-mass dariders, like so many flat-off worms traveling in flat-off, who would be able to ride each other, if they could do it. The only question is who is better off with the ins and outs of bribe, manipulation, who has enough dare to dream and step forward with a great big ostrich steps?!

I feel like pulling towards the vortex of depths every day, pulling down the many millions of scrambles and petty intrusion of everyday life; Because everyone wants to get ahead of the rank, but in love, just like the superficial, exibimentist words of the pseudo-pads, just as just the ladder, but in love.

This currently disappointing, fat flattening in this current world is a bile mixed with nausea towards my throat, and if I need to, if I need it, only my own sins, pathetic childish clown shots, if they can count on anything.

I deliberately left the company of dogmas that preach, and I deliberately left the moles of ivory towers, but I don't have to listen to so many incomprehensible, folly rice texts about the promises of the uncertain future.

It is not possible to slow down the rarely stolen time to become a holy shelter of instantaneous rich words, just like for minutes; Because it can be delayed for decades, while "some" continue to bury the old-fashioned cannibal time!

Surely no one knows anymore that in my eyes, in the form of abundantly flowing streams, the flood has broken its way many times. That I was bitterly annihilated and put my little love memories underground! No one already knows where my untouchable paradise and the eternal gate of my heart have been: Prison bars are surrounded by martyrs of stalks of rosehips and are spreading richly!

Autumn dewy and mystical mist is now this earth, and in the extinct apocalyptic puddles floats on the surface of suicidal tears the lucky ones who live up there have long since moved, and only loneliness cries, still at night. Where skeletal branches vibrate trembling and shiver every sober Estonian

dictating human brain. But perhaps nothing has been lost yet, and it is not so easy to forget a busy hope that can confidently create Tomorrow during the day! "But the happier, happier minutes as trout wings immediately fell into the throats of depths!" "I can see the sunlight getting pale now!"

And the fleeing memories keep moving away from me, running. Anyway: Surely no one knows anymore how long it was, and it was bitterly difficult every day! With the consciousness of those sentenced to death, roaring on the edge of the schoolyard and when no one saw spit humility, kneeling down, rhyming for a chance to: it was enough of a series of beatings, tangles, tossing Morality into the mud! "No one asked, 'Can you help me?' - that instead of judgmental struggles, the universal humanism of peace should have been explored.

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!"

You said you knew me! Just look boldly at my humble abode: With the gradual orderliness and cleanliness arranged, you can't find any clues that I can sometimes speak to myself my vocal cords, a secret, inner room, with a strange mutter! My manuscripts and my mother can know my fleeting fads, my laughable rhymes - but only my mother knows me! A disciplined army of my folded feathers standing guarding may know the furry forest, the jungle bushes of my chunky hands, but really even they couldn't solve the eternal mystery about me: Why am I thirsting for loneliness, loneliness condemned to fertility?

Even so, I still like the shady sides of incognito, and despite my great hall, I avoid being noticed! I am still researching, discovering in myself the essence and content that I thought was led away, but my inner being is the constant doubt and despair itself!

I have countless secrets! I'm a survivor! The ancient hiding place, whose survival has become survival at all costs! Therefore, how can anyone imagine that he could have seen me without a thorough mapping of the inner soul-hall? "So next time I can only afford someone who has no back, sneaky intent,"

and it can't be - but whose mind is more understanding and whose heart is nobler when it beats, and who accepts my stupidly mature blunders, my little boy's dreads, half-truths! “Even in my heart, his hopeless troubadour, romantic son-in-law is hiding.

Cleansing fire in the home of falling tears; they have long ignited the sand of Being! Betrayed Butterfly Mothers Rarely Remember Universe Kisses! The moment of Heaven was anxious, when the ancient-confidential secrets of two bodies were revealed to each other by adolescent hearts! They understood their own happiness alone depends on themselves! Because all doomsday and loneliness depend uncertainly on a rope dance, it is a march towards the future! As a serene earth runner, he carries his unknown pawn, humiliating something broken in order!
 
Saturated with fear, the solitude of Calvary always chased me further and further into the cauldron of pitching shadows! "Lightning claw chisels injure the darkening linen of the sky like a tickling horror!" I close my eyes quickly and I don't know if the temptation of the afterlife can call me from there, or who could have stayed here while still struggling?! With the use of memories, is it possible to overcome the hardships of everyday lakes?
 
I’m still on guard: between apostate, boyish sorrows and insane despair! The ring of skinny fingers curved to zero already lacks all understanding handshakes! Granting formula for grants! I would love to appreciate earthly love if this current sensationalist, vile age, would once again appreciate the gavaller gestures of my chivalry! Every cherry's masquerade and columnar saint is already a executioner; ticking assassin, whose commodity, cheap trophy of the female superstitious body!
 
From the atrium of swollen *******, in a volcanic wave of fur lips, when can a heart become a lover? Can the Hesperids, trained in virginity, give birth to monsters?! - A luminous soul is still raging in me and waiting for Someone…

Now the profane, festive silence set in, and like a compromising, false, word-breaking friend, he immediately blurted out all the small-minded secrets of others; out there, the ancient, well-rehearsed tactic of wallowing is maintained based on the predictable, petty principle of "it's good to give and receive", which involuntarily trickles down to a small side benefit not only for celebrities but also for sensitive celebrity faces.

It's as if they are deliberately stripping their cheap and salable souls, bribing them towards the uncertain Tomorrows. In the eyes of the beholder - if there are any still here on earth at all - how much is a couple of kind friendly words shoved in a mean way when it costs almost nothing just a bowl of bean soup?! Unwittingly, the frail person constantly categorizes and tries to think back to the holidays of his shipwrecked childhood, when perhaps it was still good to cling to the beard of playful curiosity, knowing that he could receive a real spiritual gift.

Unfortunately, this current century will also become increasingly sickly suspicious, where all kinds of dirt and filth accumulate involuntarily and it is not possible to clean up or fix what has already been damaged from the ground up for a long time. From there you can tell that nothing is going to work, that we immediately become worried about an unlikely friend invitation, about which we knew nothing until now. There can be neither a happy, self-deprecating ending, nor catharsis, only a brainwashed mass of deliberately deafened people, whom it would be better to console and forget forever.

They will stumble into another whirlwind New Year; who's drunk, who's afraid, or maybe quite sober, and again, beyond the usual symbolically puffed-up, fireworks, or firecracker slogans, there isn't and can't really be grasped at the tattered intentions of human sympathies!

Now we have to live more and more in the age of Caliban, where everyone deceives, cheats and robs everyone. The channels of existence close in front of our noses at an early age, while there is no one who does not fall halfway to the afterlife. Man, whether a wanderer or just an exhausted traveler, takes minutely into account the one-time limit points of his predictability, condemned to mortality.

It may be that there is no longer, nor can there be, a chance to definitively explore the innermost spaces of insight, which are hardly visible to the eye, because everywhere the superfluous appearance, the ******, manipulable interest prevails. Conscious self-destructive decay bordered on petty, childish folly; honey-glazed sugary words will soon lead to a lot of boiled bile, which tends to be accompanied by persistent nausea; out there, greedy, pitiful little worms with a penchant for fighting are robbing each other according to rules of the game that can be permanently rewritten, but can also be broken.

Now many petty Darius and Harpagon are counting their cursed treasures in heaps, and no one would ask the average person what troubles he has caused in this no man's land in the countryside?! Even the common man now carries corruption by the hand, like a weight-carrying ***-heaviness, as if deep inside he knows that dreams of luxury in paradise will never come to him. In an age where voluntary submission has become a trendy fashion, the frail man makes deals and breaks them. When locals?!

And they will be and remain the servants-mascots of eternal losers-losers who only dared to fantasize about a simpler, happier life, and have not yet intentionally sold themselves; Nowadays, there are more and more secondary side tracks for people who like to push themselves, where they can stream to their heart's content and pull the profit. In the end, the broken, often humiliated person will be a silent scream at the bottom of a lace bush...

Maybe the Central I have long lost from my horizon? The pounding of superstitious kisses was locked in cold heart chambers by a careerist-fear, and it would have been good to cross the borders of the border crossing with a common will! We only deceived ourselves for time or hours; I can hardly take my mischievous case! I could only be big-saying because I was really scared of infected lies! - The seamless threads were tangled between our budding fingers! "My donkey ladder was broken halfway and I couldn't crawl up and down!"
 
The achievements of modern psychiatry cannot reassure them in their problem solving and it cannot be just a clear, common practice just stripped scratched scars, which can break up again! Filled with a tear-jerking desire for peace, I wanted to start the relief process once, and then I could watch big ones! My bald headdress hairstyle was not appreciated by anyone; wash your hands of the never-before-hairdresser who I am grimacing with grace flirting with little boy reflections! - Stay awake: Reserve and busy so I can be in a losing game! Human teasers have always had the Iron Tooth of Time!
 
Those who are more edible than me are already destroying and humiliating each other: already scribbling in a line in my Deadline Diary, munching in the insect world, instead of being diligent, naive ant-breaking crickets! "In time, as a hermit, I somehow enter the world: my humanity would still be obliged to maintain secrecy!" - In my vulnerable soul, selfish, withdrawal symptoms are already showing! I know: as a patient witness, they stopped paying all kinds of danger supplements for my humanity!

Waiting… The victim of this crouching animal, his juicy ***** trophy, is looking for his victim when he is about to attack. My Room Island is orphaned, I am exploring the causes of the Universe and possible answers! A clumsy, overly curious knock on my faded window, and now, like a buzzing condemnation circle above my head! "I was hurrying over his protective arms, gently letting go of the swan's silk skin," with insane patience and secret blind faith. With stupid naivety, I had to believe that I still have time. Happy to crouch,

I was able to escape in the city which became ruin and which was deserted. I lay in my bed in the depths of hugging mattresses, cuddling pillows and gradually stuffed my head like suicides on a long journey that is sure to be no return! I wanted a home-made, loving heart that was fluttering

in the storms, the calmly waving ark of the One, who convinced himself of the ugly truth - He was the True: I would have demanded the loyalty of kisses as a true right - the tears of the dew are borne daily!

Every day I feel closer and closer to the suffocating Anti-grip: I can hardly see anyone coming; who shakes, who goes out - bun with tulips wreaths ***** girl's heart is already purring in her husband's chest! - Deer-eyed, ***'s vulnerability caught me and didn't let me down like a child painted with a twilight

I cried for his lips: I was writhing in self-pity, and the ghenna-spines of incomprehension daily damaged my soul! - With the smothering of stars stifling the night! A ******* male overlooks the dream-like landscape, still waiting for the meaning of foolish fried pigeons. - Be aware that the Holiness of the True Word is an obligation to advertise

In my imagination, a strange dream-vision is growing up, what will I be like in a hurry, thirty years later? Hit, worn, broken, vile kit deceived not only the deceiver, the human soul but the ancestral elements of nature: formable matter. Even then, I will watch from my small, rectangular room that the new world order, and in it Man as a prodigal animal, digests and devours himself!

My brain’s network with its secret viruses will almost be attacked by Alzheimer’s while warning me of death together. Yet the consciousness of death does not lurk in me with its snarling hyena nails: His emigration of loneliness is already sharpening his sword of misfortune far above my head!

"I have nothing to fear from death, my son!" - say competent experts. "It's just time to decipher, our last countdown to what we threw here!" "And maybe if I could get someone to be with me, a caring family, I could have been happy for seconds, and then blessedly caring."
I break hearts incomprehensible because I cannot control the internal commandments of my organization!

I could get treasures and collect the lost, plowed tears in my handkerchief. And like rubber sugar, I secretly and selfishly hid it! In my perforated heart, I sought the content of the Universe; building foundations on the ruins of Being!

The ruthless organization will crush, I will be forced to end the unfinished battle too! And eventually they are emptied and buried as shipwrecks in landless ashes and bone cemeteries. Garbage-free waste. I only fall for pain and suffering for mercy because I struggle with cowardice.

We should now tighten the gauntlet of marcona, thundering courage. All of us, like the blindfolded blind, are deliberately stuck in the gaping gloom.

Who would work in the pissy dawn of day, can't the unfortunate - God forbid - reach the meagre farthing for a pittance. Treading, among crawling roots, among underworldly terrors. On us every petty, telltale movement is now tightened.

And so the community called civilized, sluggishly dull and stagnant. Our lives, if we hang in the swamp of indifference in the air of tesped uncertainty as unworthy victims, hanging silently until the next tweaked relief.

Yet we feel our yarrow-life bliss among the hidden career beds, camouflaged ceda-romantics - making us Ariadne's thread of Existence the thudding beats of our hesitant hearts.

The greed for money demands our clarity, ever more violently. We might as well dream the American dream if we could - let us not yet stake our only life on these coveted, pink syrupy, temporary dreams.

It is not good for something to be right or final merely for material gain. Above the sinking souls there must be a winged angel to redeem and protect the light that shines with fragmentary light.

We do not deliberately ask for spikes of power that can be hurled at us. Let the gains of treachery be left to those for whom everything and everyone was but a petty plaything, and who are now all sons and servants of No Man! In defence of the feared Existence, it would be well to look within ourselves one last time!