Fossilized smiles, starting, small -style, superficial gestures, splashing, rattling as broken flowers, not only in the heart of bribes - but also from ***** syrupy, self -stamping shows.

The question of the already boredom, how am I in the boredom?

The sober, logical free -thought thought -if at all -stops the sans, to discuss sans as a meaningful, intelligent adult, because it is customary only in the top ten thousand, or in cafes renovated for billions, gentlemen.

Romance, beautiful eating, helpful, unselfish love smiles are no longer what was and could have been; The handcuffs of pity came, while the love passion of the universe is a sharpened spear, which leaves killer-stigma wounds, which are increasingly difficult to heal. The uncertainty disillusioned from the whites of the soul is echose's ventricular response: a crumbling, smelling blasphemy every five minutes, any kind of sour cream, like a parent or an attractive nurse.

The entire Alamus line of compromise negotiating positions was deadlock: "Do you still love honestly and really nice?! Or do I just need a good social status, and do you need relationships that you can boast of any of your partner queen girlfriends as a diva?!

As he found, a prodigal child, out of the words of absolute adults rarely when he listened; as a parasite many take advantage of my naivety! Emigrant strangers are immediately struck by the basic smell of big city killer indifference! As a cuckoo's egg, it even hides behind easy-to-solve puzzles! Modern-trendy women fall into the throes of old goats in sloppy thirties! With their loose reins policy, they can catch anyone and casually break their babbling hearts at any time! Between weekend talks, jaccudzi parties who can't get to know themselves, the formula is getting more and more varied!
 
Sneaking behind low-cost careers hardly repels the secret of thirsty originality for success: spare loves are increasingly being used for just that! Proper, vertebrate posture is already broken, grotesque mirrors warn in vain! Only rarely can a human Star be born out of chaos! They are transformed into observers condemned to inaction, who would have owed confession to their Beloved!
 
Celeb Dives play a killer patience game and you can easily fall out of the net if your trusting relationships aren’t cosmetic! - Deep-lasting pulsations of relationships were rarely born out of whimsy raging in seclusion! The chat service of freshly collagenized and stunned young women depends on the minutes and not on the moments! Instead of the triumph of will, all the ******* are swinging towards bribing instincts! Falling from never-expected heights can be even greater! - Why should we avoid hot porridge dead tired several times?! Already, everyone is getting crazy, minutes of infidelity

We are all interoperable! Clumps of hair cling to us at the gates of the inner, much-lost Spirit! We dream of finding a home while chasing the way of our selfish career and prosperity! Hypocritical, well-moved moods change everyone into cared-for thank you people! Who nods at the real play all selling himself for kilos and grams and his prestige squabbling! They deliberately subdue the refreshing knowledge, and the nourishment of the more curious spirits can only extend to another private life of Celeb sensations!
 
He who dares to confess in verses, when he kneels down as a sign of his faithfulness, immediately laughs with a simple wave; remains a target! The multiplied phlegm-tangled style is becoming more and more twisted by itself: those who have forgotten the Human Law and who are fair are already trampled on by indifferent arbitrariness. Idiots, giggle-etudes jingle throat-brain, hysterical kittens, whose only desire is to be able to show up in a deliberate-syrupy reality show with a self-promoting *** gesture! - All of us
 
they got lost between two points of light; With Sisyphus architecture, the tabloids and the public media are also constantly thinking about brainwashing! Sick pink will not be a balmy bronze brownness for bombarding bikini fairies lot, but even the teenage chick looks wrinkled in the artificially generated rays of solariums and thus conserved mummies! Even under their enchanting bikini line, vanity cellulite rashes occur! Easy-to-forget bachnalia ****** are struck in a whirlpool jacuzzi; but who can honor immortal love?!
 
Your little one, who has had a cigarette in his angel's mouthpiece, is potted in darkness, and irresponsible carelessness can give birth to new criminals!

It would be good to face at least a few times on the bumpy, predictable paths of life, with a pale, two-color sunlight, when a hearty, plate-namous love quarrel, when we thought it could now be built on all the sand, collapsed card castles, and not to be hidden.

Broken gestures, small-style gestures can remain with man only if he is frightened of his own greedy but sincere emotions, which are integrated into their cell molecules and instincts, so they have become part of it. The footprints of the torn memories are still preserved by the snow -white sandy beach, which is nursed by the bleeding sunset; Who knows if a life-creating relay run can start again?!

Nowadays, halfway between the darling, donkey tissues, stingy, silent stones, maybe one or two if you can still keep the silent apocryphal dialogues. They ran away -who knows where -to the infinity because the protective angels of the paradise found were being expelled and ashamed of shattered their Ikarus wings.

You should never fall irresponsible into the spear of sighs; Romantic calls should be entrusted to the cherished, benevolent captivity of the Procrostic Beds. In a grotesque-stool world, it would be good to know that even the spiral devil circles are not multiplying and breeding in the split atoms-but they tend to break cherished flower petals.

They do not now be parked by anyone with their free-to-leaves; They only raise muddy muddy nests from the day, just nonsense, nonsense promises!

Swell, waving like a swell, a comic sail in our wind-saturated body is the privilege: Prosperity! Make-up, suddenly deliberate naivety between adult chirps Dreamland deception sets a fur trap! Anyone can be hit by an overbearing and light-hearted blow, yet the true Man is the one who is hurt! In the midst of everyday mother-daughter worries, the one who always looks at the future can think of the worries! He who hides, who does not breed usurers in a purposeful way from Life himself, whose unpaid debts remain!
 
Child-mothers sin with incubator-angels for their inaction, dreading to recognize in the open gates of the Universe the consequences and blood offense if the acute, hot macho guy does not hide in bed with them for the first night of immortality and shame! How many angel deposits are made for them, their parents' sins are also properly repaid: heirs to the throne are irresponsible, so they are born into the swamp!
 
Why don't Alamuszi try to make bronze-brown-stained, **** bombshell goddesses with anyone, when they know and feel that they may once be the most apt family fathers?! The trick that counts all the tricks of modern seducers is just what a narrow runway can advertise alone! - Sweating in the body armor is intentionally avoided s Prohibited! The universal distillation of oblivion may not be so easy! All the top best of stylists are there just to disguise the sacred truth:
 
sleepless eye-stars would prefer to sleep rather than the vigilant desire of dazzling spotlights! - The juicy fruit offered on a tray is carried by the mother's breast and yet by a death-scared little girl

My brain’s active feast is still a billion, mocking trouble-creating and destructive at the same time! Stake-no I should prefer times when I can only play for the pleasure of the game! Out there, in the minds of the Celebs chirping in roaring chaos, the thinking intellect lies on a deliberate wasteland! The jerkishness of the **** and the irresponsible quiver that handles it already torturously; dead money Future can't knock in the camp of the unrelated either! Fearful fear sets a rope for my greedy nerves and I should go through it alone!
 
The tabloid populist culture can still grow into a deliberate imperial water head! And like any ostrich head stuck in ignorant sand, it will surely burst sooner or later! You can play dust-lost at any time by playing your cards! A crimson, sluggish blush runs across stomach-turning poker faces and cramps his grinning wrinkles! After everyone's greedy money box, the runner is loitering! It is becoming increasingly difficult to recognize Human Values among the frusks parade in Armani suits and Gucci bags!
 
A pensive prisoner is also the one who sells his bombing body for the eternal, fame moments of Being, and he, too, could not learn the rules of Morality! In a tertiary life cage, warthogs are rubbing their noses to careers! The fever roses of conscious shame still tremble on the faces of Golgotha-walking people: the fact is soon recognized - they can do no different: if they want to prosper, they are bribing themselves out of necessity! Those who are called to the right and who struggle with decency are all on the crumbs - who was once Alfa and Omega alone is now being looted!
 
Who has grown his indifference armor, he also wastes a monster every day in his doubts.

When I had met them for the last time, I was forced to lie in the depths of wild, proliferating Christian bushes, like a thief fat sarcoma, but not to hit any more; The enforced, deeply hidden, brutal-backing age asked me to testify and obey several times. They had no idea that the last time would be.

Now, only I look at the bench-windows of the time, close-up doors that closed, rusted doors in the alarm, spiclishes-it would have been good, like an invisible, stray shadow only to disappear once more, to disappear in the alley of the streets ...

For the curse of the presence on the wall of the Commissioner is still shining, which, as a disease, was with me from the cursed childhood; Infections of the polarities that are tensioned with each other, the infections of the small atagonisms, can be almost cozy. "Certainly, because life is increasingly absurd, nonsense, uncertain, just like the free -thought intellect, which has an increasingly expandable border and endpoints."

Can the human soul be excluded from itself; you. that you want to stay less and less for adults?! Instead, he would choose the minutes of carefree, playful childhood, and a momentary joy: it would be good to climb a smaller hill so that one could at least see through our stone walls!

Who could have been a non-original voice that couldn't bother anyone and who heard a quiet killer on the night sobbing on the wall of the room of the dying, drunken Shadows? He could have uttered in Human Hearts, "Let there be Sun!" - A dark call crushed him every day and called for a fight: This is how the crying, over-noise child became more and more savage, more crazy!
 
For in every sentient Spirit a Shadow looks back upon us, as if we were looking among shards of mirror tiles; He stares at us staring like a grimace and sobbing! Executioner Time is rapidly leaking like nourishing breast milk into the poles of bodies and when they were called, Dark Despair of All, flirting with death, is inviting more and more! So far away from the brainwashed camp of scavenging sheep, lone wolf breeds can hardly be reared!
 
This is how the roaring Stupidity threw his serving minutes into the ranks! A sure recipe for smiling idiots and charms! - Doom may be dark! He was kneaded with sure hands from China and Death: where else can this bottom of the earth create true signs of consolation? Even today they often deny each other and certainly cannot notice their most precious Souls;
 
The tear ducts of true pearls swirl from the vessels of melted crater eyes as the melody of streams! Stumbling Yourself Carving Man Wreck! When do you notice yourself being able to live ?! "You were a dream of another era, and this now silly thing, how can you no longer learn to thrive in the Present?" "The right half of your being would constantly steer you in the right direction!" Stay on your feet even if a camp of lollipops is sure to trample you or lay you down

I saw wild, human-hearted animals roaring in the filth of filthy crumbs of the crumbs of discarded chips-bags, - of the infected carcasses of garbage cans, and I thought the Order was now dictated by wolf laws. Miserable human wreckage did not understand what might have happened to them: They also took away the order of begging humility!

Humiliating each other to the ground, chanting motherly curse words, they cut their ugly words into each other’s eyes - while spitting themselves out too! They are still saving their stranded shipwrecked lives, their own recyclable waste bungalows. But there are those who have become messengers among them and its outburst is foolishly impossible. He jumps on a bridge, he thinks, all-shift firefighters are just bringing down: A new world of precious human life!

A few more stand next to him and comfort him, “Don't be discouraged buddy! You can even wait for the hand tomorrow! ” - They see only a gentle and tolerated suicide chased close to human subsistence; social debris, insignificant harmfulness, the sword of Damocles running above him, which may have been permanently cut off -

now he has regenerated nails and fangs! Unemployment benefits, secure work, a credible standard of living, empty congruence, word-thirst - it's all incomplete, almost all connections have been lost!

And even jealousy, old-fashioned envy, like a leech worm, erodes the drops of precious juice from the war of the needy. - Among the wreckers, silents call on the wise men to speak.

Based on our timing, I don’t remember if it was possible to change things: Perhaps hard-won, blind-biased prejudices, cheap morals eroded the poetics of honest student faces: Ignorance is also affordable with knowledge! - perhaps a line of wise prophets hid and surrounded themselves, and the Truth could only listen in their hearts! And as a decipherable secret figure is a eloquent hieroglyph: Hopeless tangles and tears stretched out on people's faces.

that the myriad of literature, studies and books could all be futile tests of the ladder's knowledge! Maybe everyone was just waiting for the other, asking to have a confidential advocate, a beautiful testimony that they could still have the sure, happy “Few”. He was himself among the great colloquium and the rift

the unbreakable standstill: the voice of the prophets was heard by the Spirit at the time — yet elsewhere it could have been just the Essence — the Judgment has thickened into a judgment: Your voice, your physique tub, must go, so can you! The dynamic, overstretched air has made everyone nervously upset, ruined!

He saw and knew obligatory teaching materials in the crossfire of common sense and interrupted, inquisitional gazes, a torn redemptive moment. - And although we always cheered two steps ahead of Chess and Matt to be different - Our fate was still common, like the sword of Damocles (petty) hovering over our heads in a duel that could easily be sacrificed over our heads. I was a silent flint in combat and passive resistance,

and I may have been the sharpening dolomite of sabers. "From now on, the world lived from this, the barriers of common sense fell apart outside us," there was no repayable, retaliatory punishment, and punishment! At our feet, the trampled, ruined Beautiful Hopes were dying: None of us said, only the Silent, that the possible Tomorrow would dawn, according to our time.

The final and only Peace, cooperation and understanding should finally be learned, and the child should not be slapped with slaps. The leap of clean, sober thoughts into the stalk, which cools the nuclear fissures of heated, aggressive tempers. Or just maternal, nursing care. The momentum of unconditional, grace-sharing love, the curvature of the immortal arc that can reflect the One Essence: Finally calm, not raging chaos, madness around me!

A clean, innocent, and babysitting nudge that patches the potholes of my desperate self-pity, chasing away threatening storm clouds of trouble! Acceptance, understanding. Instead of a whip-shower of mocking swear words, wise, patient all the way through listening! I would like a harmony like cliff eagles modestly distributing their hard-earned food on top of mountain cliffs: Air-free winged wanderers.

From a human point of view, to discover the diamond-like, flickering candlesticks of the shooting stars - because fatal marching and confusion has prevailed since common sense, and the footprints dug a fence-ditch, a fist-and-brainer, and few jobs. Killer claws squeezing the benefits of strained, thick wire hedges that damage rusty tears, knocking on secure doors to win the keys that redeem from a stifling debt spiral

where prejudice and incomprehension do not answer the question - and instead of the camp of bagatelle bargains, the indisputable need for universality of Morality accepts it! But when? Where? And how? The same meaningless song: ,, A job has been filled! The choice was not for you! ”

- I would set out clinging to the beautifully ringing roast-pigeon promises and plunge into the lost chasm of the twisting catacombs: But I preserve the law of my principles and defend them as my only treasure of destiny, in the possession of my conscious fall!

Shadows cast a price on me like a nervously raised bow string; curved mirror tiny, miturgist dwarf! My childhood is always listening to me! In the grip of a confused, uncertain Tomorrow, Loneliness falls on me at any time! Happy rains in your drops of tears I can not find myself! I exist even when I have to hide in disgust; the flock of insane people will not let go unless I surrender to My Truth! Who will hold my hand in a starless, eternal night? Who raises to comfort me, lest I fear the conscious uncertain ?!
 
Cowardice that wakes up in such hesitant movements and I can't know what it's worth in me ?! - Teach and subdue this **** World where one immediately sells the other and the Honesty of the People is a squeaky matchstick! Only once would the cry flare up into Nothing, which cannot be bribed; my journey could only be by someone next to lead me through the flames of danger! The shimmering moonlight palms to death, yawns at me in countless emaciated Solitude; with my selfish, petty life, konok defies! Height s Depth back again and behind me sensation-biting cats chirping with two jaws!
 
The madness of fame in the lives of ordinary souls is a contagious and condensed way; Times rolled sawed Hamlet's skull cherished by Yorick; among mazes, I am still rethinking my fragmentary options! The silence of the stamps will take me and the coral flower will not be obligatory; We should confess with apostolic lunatics who have remained faithful to themselves! "A shabby fugitive is looking back at me like a deliberate fugitive from the skin of a nightingale panther!" I am building a world on my own and I cannot show it to anyone!

Behind the apparent superficiality, the indifferent exhibitionist attitude, human epithelial layers are deployed as chitin armor not only on inner, more jealous emotions, but also for the rings of trust. Only tiny, almost insignificant, humble pests are continuing their work with a lovable, emphatic background noise. Halfway through the subconscious impersonality, the dramatic, silent tension is still gently overwhelmed.

The found, validation metaphor for happiness seems to be geller on the richter scaling of modern mass; Because nowadays, as a chameleon, anyone can change shapes and smooth it consciously into an increasingly worse, livelier environment. They say - at best - a spectacular amount as a peculiar unit of measurement for the purchase of the soul, and the three -step distance modification is increasingly valid.

In the capillaries, hardly visible to the eyes, doubt, sorrow, perhaps even pain; The doubt and pursuit to something noble, to the right, can give even a smaller extra incentive for cumbersome self -esteem, dignified dignity. Acceptance remains, though - no doubt - that it is not intentionally. You will be unnoticed inside and out of the outside, as the dog is not interested in what's going on inside!

We should be a liar in each case, for those who voted trust for craftsmen, just like the Mihasna, to be noble, to go to the goat cabbage?! Come on! It is covered by blind shadows, groping instead of humans, stumbling in the world!

Ourselves should simply be comforted, perhaps crystal clear throughout a living life; Our committed, stupid, yet human, petty mistakes are warning, until finally, it can easily be left for us. The profound power rehearsals of will and humility are barely existing nowadays, only if it is just mentioned at higher levels of instructions or referred to it within spectacular frameworks.

Because for some reason the aspects that are now hidden; Whoever broke up, then broke up, and eventually forgotten the right of stormy emotions, as further spiritual weights, the soul's ever -wearing, vulnerable depths, where even the miner is not very daring.

Celeb-blink, beauty-made shores on the conveyor belts are carried by the digital space everywhere, so that the sensationalist and the average person who has made a lousy bargain can only stare at the life of Jancsi. When will billions of understanding molecules-stimulating emotions come permanently and really fulfilled?!

It would be good to feel in the depths of the Star Eyes with the omniscient eye, and the manipulated soul could not allow anyone to bribe it at any time.

Thanks to me and the ever-expanding, deep chasm is lowering my saw teeth more and more! In the depths of a self-pitying ghost-soul, he disintegrates himself; where the insecure Nirvana fears, the conscious insecure, can expand like black holes in the vast fabric of Times! My deceived life also carries a constantly wounding space with Sisyphean burdens! On my lonely nights, who sinned in crocodile tears, no one could have found the pathetic, battle-treasures, melodic drops of my true pearls in themselves: my multiplied, excluded pain worthily shared! The stray world is flowing through me already! It would be good to cling to the testifying, motherly eyes with a little boy's orphanage!
 
A single, knife-hesitant ray of chocolate-brown Gioconda eyes is enough for a true-honest couple to realize if they really want to! It is rare to build card castles from dreams torn to pieces! "A gray horde of shadows is pushing between people, and the bribed darkness is starting to gather deep and deep in every well!" The underworldly filth of the otherworldly eggs pushes and pushes everyone into fear, crying an orphaned little child!
 
Spilled indifference takes possession of the used hope! The murderer also crashes into the road in silence; in me you are trembling with small dreams shattered into billions of pieces so that you can selfishly stubbornly defend the vulnerable boundaries of my vulnerable Soul! In the half-consciousness of squeaky renunciations, Time, as an precious priceless treasure, pies and stares in the mirror: it sees my pensive-orphaned face every day and fills the inner wall of my skull with intrusive thoughts! “Hermit loneliness reconciles with my differences, even my heart attack-heart is digesting itself more and more.

See you in captivity How many times have I wished, when I was a grass-boy, to creep into the actors' dressing rooms through the secret snail passages, like an invisible, otherworldly friendly ghost, a wandering spirit. It would have been nice then, disappointed and a little cheated, to step onto the spacious, creaking boards and, like Pious Yorick, Fastaff, or Graciano, with his head held high among the spectators, confessing the petty, naive, seemingly innocent, holy lies of everyday life.

Oh, in my mind I was greeted in Thalia's noble panopticon as an old returning guest who would only stay until he could see his favorite actress's face up close and wish her: "Big hat" - for her public appearance.

- A sly joke, a human gesture - the theater didn't do much, because money was always coming down the drain, and because an actor's hands were always tied! He sticks a drawn smile, a glued halo, angel wings on himself, so that the average person would always believe faithfully that Reality was just a kind of forgivable, idyllic appearance, a childish little nonsense. I could never understand how anyone could play a character and radically transform his or her mundaneness, behavior, etiquette and whatnot - why is it that after stepping off the boards that represent the world, the murderer would take over hubris-arrogance, haughty phlegm-excellence?!

"That was just a role, Dear Sir! I hope you understand!" - he replied. - I watched the sadness and restless hurt flow in my vulnerable soul and, like an orphaned child, I burst into tears in protest in one of the renovated restrooms, while outside the great play that deceived everyone was still going on!

What a fertile serenity. Maybe a time of immortal fulfillment, that’s why he’s so content. Harmonious move here now. cherished unnecessary activity as a caring parent of Time! - We're still here; in the realized immortality of the Universe, imprisoned, in each other's hearts, in their consciences.

Walled in the prolific tunnels of our blood vessels. - It's unnecessary to talk here, it's not appropriate. Then come the gray-worn everyday, - voices enviable and jealous of our happiness. Just living for each other, hoping; to forget the Heaven of Existence - the most important moral act: To live and appreciate love, to live as long as possible!

How many hopeless, transient moments chewing on the eternity of error: more and more certain can be given by the unconditional oath of allegiance of a given emotion! The pounding messages of hearts live side by side like ripe apples in the secret gardens of Hesperides!

And when it suddenly cools down, it tears to pieces like an empty, meaningless ******* with the given love, omnipotent emotion, maybe inside and inside, we'll just be like the undead! We all embark on a long journey of emotion: Deceptive, empty promises, free return: where perhaps the answers to promised kisses can be bribed!

"The broken insecurity, the impasse of trust, should be left behind me." It is a great blessing and a rare fortune to confess the sincere Faithfulness, which shakes the blood globules of molecules in the tunnels of cells. With true faith, a raised head, yet human humility!


The Spirit and the Heart want to play drums, effervescence, boil like cauldrons, merge, and merge into one, if we dive into each other's planetary eyes!

Peace pigeons Believe me are rarely flying; On their broken wings, burning storm clouds gather. They can't even strain in the long curve of the rainbow, because the silence was destroyed down there. In all cases, proportions and shadows lie exchanged, with no prices for forgetting steps, small -style reality of petty lads. The semi-opening tulip also seems to be legally closed by a rustling wind.

Snow-white walls would still be good to cover-of course, just as it can-he set up romantic evenings, and the superfluous excess of the soul could no longer be enough. In the hell of time, our deeds' footprints are abandoned. The instinctive lovers who want to shrink into embryos, which would be good to cherish it a bit.

Playful naked waxfaaces are fateful to us, and often we don't even know what to do with them. Peace pigeons are still ****** on our heads because they can't even start with the phrases.

In the scarce passages of increasingly drained doors, we pull the tattooed stubborn revolutions of our face, while our nodding, staring grotesque-distorted mirror images are trying to answer questions and answers.

As the yellowed midnight moon is smiling at us, the yellowed midnight moon is smiling at us. However, it would still be good to travel to the smaller or larger buzzing of the goal-free-free-free-free-free-free-free-free-bun, even before they finally decide to get out or give up.

Our memories raise sifus weights because they would have to testify; The heads of our stinging figures were scattered with sand. The rude hopes believed to be frozen are relocated, while the germs of common sense fold the folds of the forehead!

The fierce fervor is as if every minute of drawing a lot of tolerant psychology with straight lines; The unmarked play of rope-nerves, whether some amateur, or rope dancing, falls on the face of our rope dancing days, overlooks spider web. It would also be good to redraw the whimsical shadows, while they can be scrambled so that they can not be treated in any way.

Not only can the crowded tyrants be replaced by the crowded, constantly competitive, shaped career desire, but also the betrayed love if he can follow a desire for selfishness and possession. - interrogating handshake, unexpected redemption of the things that have happened in the past as answers,- because the conscious deficiency almost always closes its open soul-doors, because now it is now, as if it were to be filled with *****, bargaining, agony; Sooner or later, human memory and fate-nourished blindfold are all over-the-go, and it will end what it may have been.

Cause and cause of swinging scales, as if they were going on, it would be tense on a single desk until it bounces; The wise man makes himself a sacrifice so that no other miscalculation hurts are caught by otherwise. In the lost haze of stateless roads, even the blind moles and fits are marching without a flashlight; They don't even know where they can go, so far they only smell the nasal smells.

Once we will judge a draft, underworld walks, where Virgil himself will be a guide to our guide; Prepaid suspicion puts a beetle in our ears again and again.

Infinity is still waving but consciously playing with me! I'm tensed in as a toddler with a small child. I would love to caress the cheers rose finger of mornings to protect blankets - who will be able to kiss a redeeming healer on the cracked wounds of my lips?! Tamed into a tamed Hermit by this vile, interested Age with vile lies, which are not authentic! Even conciliatory serenity rarely surprises me when you can sit on my crusty heart with a few good words! The horror-like Fate is a present horror image: as a hard hard-headed, I rarely dare to listen to his words as a novice! Choke, killer Night is bribing me! I would seek refuge if I knew and know about myself: I could be happier if I let the spark-igniting joys of this Being surprise me even more mischievously!
 
On the drift of my prisoner's days, it hangs between gaps - without safety ropes - I hang on a Death-flirting, fluttering! Could no one Good and Noble have been left out of soul-torturing maxims, spiritual compulsions, would he overwhelm me with the absorbing darkness gaping even at dawn?! Most of my first joyful joy with precious and immortal deer grains
 
he had passed away, and who could have borne it with his child's eyes and received it again, and would have happily spread my arms so that I could hold the blessed, earthly copy of this Universe in my arms again!
 
Peace-crying silence cries with children's eyes at the Peace… Deceitful kidnappings; they hit and beat every day if they need the Honor wasting on the ruins! As an ugly ghost, I am scared every day by the conformity of everyday life, an evil disadvantage!

How could you know what the sweet-sad childhood remembrance, the playful joy, the childish-naive curiosity, could have been known to the moment, when the sacred gates of free sense were secretly adopted by the understanding mind, the maternal care.

That the footprint of the long-standing eternal love may never disappear in the periodical limits of the time, as they are now in the depths of the drummering perits, and as dormant Atlantis Continents are still patiently waiting for them to be re-addressed in the name of sincere emotions.

It is often so worrying everyday life in Sififus's burden on how dark the clouds are sitting on each average human heart. Or  
How unfair was all the bice-shaded bumps that we once learned to walk, and while some were crying and giggling on the ground, others sprinkled themselves and went on, glorifying the joy of movement alone.

That momentary happiness may be worth more than the continuous forty years of lasting, the bitter -sweet, lasting isolation. That nowadays there are more and more worm-heart tarcks and fewer pearls in human stars.

How do you know that when someone as a teenager was not seen in the cross -section of the mirrors looked like a duckling duckling - but the one who was meant to be. How could a crowd know what it is like to be ill in the deadly round of the dear unexpected-suddenly minutes, and the passing away from birth is captivated. I say with questioning sadness: You have no idea!

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.

Leeches and gnats are already spitting ***-licking, hazelnut-brained skulls! Everyone is constantly found easy on the buzzing pharmacy scales and everyone is fleeing from the insured liability! Hardworking mixers can do it - they can hardly catch submissive mice as their voices! Competing with assorted slang passwords, they scold the moles that are churning out of culture! Today, only the maid's ladder can be walked in this pathetic compromise! Voluntarily further annoying spatial relationship; death jumps without stretched net!
 
Jacquud's Dream Life Advance as a Leading Motif: New-Rich Eastern Europeanized, tohonya Way! Persistent gunpowder smell, unnecessary aggression raging around me! My conscious, cowardly cowardice puts me to the test, and because I know: the flames of the intellect are fading in brain-sized brains that are already inherited with eternal obsessions! In a lukewarm, homely environment, webs of intentional forgetfulness can also enter that way! - Invited small-death, gracious killer moments are played by a suicide candidate trying as a dog!
 
Moments into the Darkness of Doom in my dreams! The long-awaited sentinel-strass is always wrong! Anyone can cross the living paths! For there is always a crooked barrier of oblique intent; "You have to prosper at all costs!" - Compliance and step - by - step turbocharged everyone! Every exotically seductive Smile of the Universe, flirtatious gaze, is degraded to a projected sensory disappointment! And they still want to feed a deliberately waiting for a roast pigeon like a well-fed child “some”! I can resist your wish - even out of morality! In green-molded, jerky manners, chivalrous politeness can be in vain

Shame-weeping precious sorrows are embodied in the tear-battered trenches of my eyes! Annihilated Figure withered between the treasure chunks of dwindling sunbeams - I find myself less and less! Hiss has an abundant alley-scented, ominous Tomorrow in which snake-tongued weeds and hyena hear a killer-marching laugh! The far-gliding count of rich minutes is busy on the dial of the tick-clog clock!
 
My bed - if I don’t care - will be embedded in a bottomless abyss for me! - Fattened by the noises of Darius, this great World of Indifference is puffing: my heart is becoming more and more lonely! Grumbling, annoying, "some" temper swearers scare me at whom Literature has become a useless useless thing! That's why I'm deliberately running behind my pilgrimage walls! Her lung-pumping lung pumps rattle a expelled Silence! Midnight Wraith Shadows Evil Down Ghost Dance! What else can my crocodile tears falling like a shower tell anyone?!
 
For the time being, I am holding my growing pain as a guard, swirling to myself! Scraping my soul in the shelter, it rides like the food of a rodent, sanda worm-parasite, can be obtained from ***** of blood molecules - while it demands and dictates in me! "I once received eternal service to the angel wings of sensitive dew!" Fearful, soon the Nivan-Soul will flirt with nothingness, and if we don't appreciate the rain enough, the simplified razor blade can get in the way! - I would like to give my precious tears as immortal glass beads to my Beloved while on this earth and to know: I could not live in vain…

You may not be crying for your forgotten pigeon hairs here; It began to scream, and for the nights, when you have almost gotten the nightmares of the nightmares, the dog could not remember it. Every decade, you still need to take all the lawyer of your life, the guillotine movement of the petty, envious, insidious gazes, which will get closer and closer to the promises of small-shaped retaliation.

Straits wounded the outlines of your childhood back, which, in a short time, was completely tired, but you couldn't say anything, and you didn't pay attention because you were a minor legally, humanly.

In your eternal child, the weathered, slightly stubborn face shows the harsh-trenches that you believe to be lost that you can no longer get back; nor in the form of gift or privileged gestures - your inner soul falls cannot even erase the traces of your conscious selfishness. - You book your losses in a nice line, your Talmi-ócska merits, with which you either intentionally bread, or trampled your remaining dignity.

The stigma mines faded in trembling, trembling inside are tense, shouting, or just begging: "Where do you stay for such a dear angel, who with your one glance you comfort the restless whimpering, orphaned worn-out kids I stayed?! Apocryphal secrets.

Celeb-smelling exibitionist **** is the romantic self-pity of sentimentalism and the glass pots of mosaic. The last adolescents cherish dandelion loves because - maybe - they have no mood for the world of superficial, muddy absolute adults!

The Universe's balmy blood molecules, its invigorating growl, are fading. Two loving hearts beating as one are echoing secretly even silently in the stifled silence. Like a glass, a zealous, greedy Being, like tiny glass beads on the sacred surface of waters, s form rings of years from solid, advanced thoughts to a massive imagination! The dusk-dark purple cloak of the descending, like the blood-red holy drink of the Gods, embraces the bodies of immortal loves with a petal touch! "You know, they're still asleep awake, and yet the benign, buzzing dream sickness gently surprises them with their aimless deception!"
 
They can no longer see each other in the confessional mirrors of superstitious moments - but two sentient souls who, as the bride of their secret vows, have forever engaged the Universe among themselves! The darkness is knocking from the outside, approaching, and from the chasm of shadow-depths a new candle light is still guarded by a happy-satisfied gaze on the radiant unwillingness; they also gift each other’s pleasures like this!
 
- Intoxication and torture seem to be tensed and washed in harmony, even as the ice melts! They can only trust themselves and hope! In my horror-filled soul, the hurricane voice of horrible, raging despair deafens and destroys even the fragments of my common sense! Apocalyptic storms have long taught us a human lesson: "Be afraid of anyone who only hurts or speaks to you!" "The handcuffs of my incidents surround me!"
 
The light of laughing Executioner lightnings shines in unison and sinks deep into the cell! With a trembling mouth, I wanted to murmur a prayer for True-Faithful Love! His doomsday trombone freezes my beautifying words of compliment into my shipwrecked soul. Closed with my miserable misery, I listen to the bloodthirsty groans of my often pounding, perforated heart as a final judgment: where could I have mistaken my broken life?!

In the midst of the constantly ***** tempers set on Spear Hill, the Being-Sensing Man must retire! Feel the tension in your body! The dumbest show of strength on this earth is when the phlegm **** creates mold flowers blooming from a killer quail! In flooded brains, the bob of knowledge can rarely jump into the stem! The optimized horizon may be strangled by the open port; a weeping sluice squeaks rusty around the necks: a sense of constraint - perhaps - only tortures free thinkers!
And only passengers can get to the island of the dead on Kharon for money!
 
To see the bronze-brown excitement of attractively hot bikini swans: their muscle gorillas thickly lubricate the arch of their shoulders with factor sunscreen! And everyone who may have remained a Seer wounded, with a chubby body of Sisyphus, is at all times forced to suffer delusions; their existence Death-pointing, targeted arrow! - In the age of trying TV ideas, when a person is deliberately guided and turned on! In an alamus, receding silence, only the silenced Watchmen can only be awake!
 
The mood of handcuffs is cheering! Homely Chaos can rarely shine with skillful stars; big chunks of self-telling, parrot people are feeding the good people with soft-smeared press releases! Set aside, truth-tellers choose the deep layers of suicide in self-hatred and self-restraint so that we can stay on our own! - Who is the greater hypocritical leech in self-exaltation?! Paprika and guided around the neck, the executioner's loop is strained; so swing them ghost-wind mother-born naked!
 
It is a pathetic duty to cast vital signs from your isolated mood block; in a city that once flourished and was a shelter for cultures Infectious disease is infectious! If you don’t take care of your brain’s treasury, it will dwindle daily

It was as if the Sun had once made an atomic attack on us: I looked at the blurry heifer patch of the universe and saw the knife-pointed light as a blinded wound! The Last Supper of Suicides, a heatwave-craving heatwave - an artistically composed, pearly sticky death! "Believe me, as stray drunk staggers who don't know about ourselves;" suspected, necessary malice!

I am commanded by tyrannical obedience to do what I could and could not do as I crush like walnut armor: I was tense in the rage of unemployment. - My mission is simply to leave footprints in the cradles of cultures as modern as possible!
Like the all-obsessed woodpecker, who with obedient indifference tolerates the watched stabs of thorny arrowheads; my essential eyes are wounded by the ray, the last straw flame cut from the sky, with lost anger - the public harakiri is already a public matter here! And they leave no spark of dignity to the innocent!

***-licking chorus echoes, "We're embracing, just wait patiently for your destiny!" "Counting hordes of enemies would grin their hyenas after the prey of cheap acquired columns!" Here the sudden-fame and the clown-stupidity is going on now! When will there be a well-deserved place for our valuable earthly things, which will last longer and be more lasting than the sure iris life?

Romance grinds mocking and rustic slangs: ,, Good ***! Are we going to bed? ” "The knightly-minded idea and deservedly polite English etiquette, puking here, has already become a miserable *******!" The heightened raging hormone nucleus of adolescence, the testosterone explosion is bubbling in everyone: a real dignified

there is no place for dignified, noble emotions - it is forbidden, and a bigger problem is that abortion: conception and the prodigal, irresponsible vulnerability of existence: Crying angels sink into garbage cans, abandoned paper baskets into eternal hunting grounds. - Mothers, too, are worthy Saints.

Self-depressing, bloodthirsty, lost wolves! Who won more in tearful battles: Who gave their tears as a sacrificial offering in return, or who wiped them away in icy death consciousness?

Accompanied by sorrow and danger, a seagull scream splits through the air with lightning speed! The silly mood of happy hearts was soon challenged; trapping, false promises! With the unstoppable temper of the sea waves, it swells and the slap of my chasms and all the petty old-fashioned blows, the blade-sharp criticism of the sword against another deliberate Judgment against My Humanity are growing in me! The suffocating Solitude is already decomposing in everyone; trusting hearts are revealed to you with traps!
 
The wandering wanderer of split spaces: something constantly pursuing and encouraging, with my wandering destiny, deliberately confronting itself in the deserved dreams of the Universe! It breaks into pieces year after year, month after month My soul narrows boyishly and squeaks in its uncertain chasm; your gentle shock only a few researchers can’t understand! He who carries my chubby face lives in me and as a copy kid you get after a lost star! A swallowing career vortex flashes in the wreck of the unpredictable Future!
 
Sensationalist World spits on everyone first, then chews well on daredevils, minute-human, hysterical cedars grab fame cheaply! My selfishness can keep me awake alone; I stumble hesitantly, cluttered with myself, I confess my things are done! "I became a fugitive-wild as an alien emigrant among the former Human-Celeb craze!" My soul refraction is dull, I have suffered timed wounds on the lies of fools!
 
I guess if I die as a counterpoint in the rich, spawned light, will the immortal Beloved be lifted up with his golden-hearted nobility?

Above our heads, nuclear mushroom clouds, - perhaps - tiny missiles are circling instead of clouds. The empty, indifferent footprints of promises have long since disintegrated. Perhaps everything and everyone is beginning to find their own truth simply by getting tired or simply giving up on the possibilities that are running out. The petty tumbles of doubts and failures gradually become whole; they are worn out by the millstone of Being, which grinds and clicks at the same time and finally grinds.

Good Samaritans are not certain to arrive in the pre-determined Times; anything can happen to those who ask for mercy or are robbed, just as anything can happen to those who are already there, who are always taking advantage of others. Yet everything works badly if neither sin, nor filth, nor bedbugs can touch them, since all that is needed is a small, necessary, foreseen detour to ensure that the path of development, believed to be stubborn, is still secured. The other day, we are already convulsing in more and more Gordian knots; we are wasting half days in traffic jams sniffing out mass-collision accidents, when and where?

And while even surface transport does not really want to move under a smoke - we are forced to swallow the mole-like silence of the underground metro tunnels, tolerating it, because we are constantly missing deadlines. The wings of the angel of the happy joys that can be found have been cut off by someone; a bleeding stump rises and while a fierce suspicion creeps behind us, we will all gradually run out of time in the post-history era. - It became increasingly difficult for bleating sheep to get used to the tolerated sheepishness!

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

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

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

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

I was a prisoner of a huge hospital that was seen as a giant! Alien wreckage came and went when the need arose, and the float was infected by the insecure universe, so that you can expect only limited security and shelter here! My loneliness struggled with a strange, strapped bed with a peculiar eternity. With winter hyena claws, ice flowers clung all the way to my window.

Man always stays fallible: As a cowardly bunny, I drank mice countless times too! How I waited rhymingly and stubbornly for my only mother and what a lost shipwreck I seemed then. And the vision of the morning nightmare visit fluttered: When doctors told scientists at my feet silabized my knee sutures with professional zeal.

And secretly, with a hotheaded adolescent belief, I thought that I could never feel the hope of freedom, liberation from the humbled humiliation again! The vascular map of my knee was excavated and I fainted from the zealous blood; scissors at times pinched the wound done by a car bumper scalpel. He needed proper boiling now. And no local anesthesia could use anything: Everything I could feel shook my body!

And if, then, besides my blessed mother, I can squeeze the hand of my eternal sweetheart while my blood pours richly into a syringe like a violent, bubbling stream: Perhaps I could have gained all-encompassing courage from an annihilated existence that has been so badly trampled!

I couldn't grow up! Doubt shook to the bone! My vulnerable being is peeling, like the sun phobia! Brain-shrinking silly idiots echo on modern channels as clamps! Your vigilant reminder woodpecker is on your forehead! Your conscience is constantly interrogated and addressed! "Out of the desire for adventure out there, out of greed for careers, they ******* the Sanctuary of the Earth Universes!" Form breaker XXI. cheap Celebecskés dream of lustful immortality in the 20th century!
 
You can also fall out of Paradise quickly, and not just by tasting forbidden fruits! "The" camp of those who know everything better "is bouncing off me, shouting loudly! Human wrecks shrinking into fetal pores like crushing vultures and jackals are brawling in drug addicts that cause serious addictions! Even my existing cowardice in my shed little boyhood cannot be intentionally unnecessary! My onion peel self can only be reached by those who approach with empathy and friendliness!
 
The perceptible point decomposes into a thin translucent eye for human eyes: as endless crumbs, only sporty-**** titans and goddesses can kick into a ball! Snap-out, bachanaly party queens will instantly free you from your longing dreams! "You know: the Guardians could hardly stay awake, who could still be honored with their sincere friendship!" "This is how I intentionally turn to myself: a spiral inward spiral staircase!"
 
I am forced to lurk among the constantly grinning flower and gorilla heads like a prodigal traitor many times! "Even among human-shaped caresses, there was hardly a person who couldn't take responsibility for what he did intentionally!" - Disco rats offer occasional drugs and services in the form of profitable hyenas, and for those who are still looking for a place, they become pale. Jerky and phalma-manneredness developed into a way of life! Only the most successful heroic heroes can be

How can I build my career of opportunity over the open gap of raging Hell’s mouths? How could I prosper in the blind age of silly Celeb fools, when the pounding, unscrupulous break didn’t haunt me either !! "Roaring lava curses burned figured stigma on my sad face!" In the petty cat-and-mouse battle of humans, I fell to the ground many times voluntarily and there could hardly be anyone around me to help me! The worn-out rag wings of my idea were torn to small pieces by an insidious calculation, superficial Indifference!
 
I tried to eye etheric spaces of light in the shells of True Pearls; I could have been stunned and happy, I would have been if the rules of my survival could be just an arm's length away! The shimmering lights of linden stars are only very rarely greeted; my cared forehead around the forehead a lot of lived glass ***** rumbling in the dark! Everyday lightning shards zigzag through the waves of my existence and I still can't know
 
how can I survive the One-way to get ahead ?! Towards demonstrable Mortality flows the sparkled countdown of Being we gained at birth! He threatens to grab my menacing Unsteady Throat and not let me through my chronic drowning!
 
My chubby face fidgeted with grimaces at a defenseless little child trembling; a refreshing shower of showers shakes my relentless shoulders: a Mother-moon gaze flies away and touches me dearly and tenderly in my dreams, - then returns: the power of laughing from sparkling amber eyes echoes when a day is driven by its hibernated underwear!

Equipped movements, love testimonies, enforcement of fallen loopholes in the spinning time, the cities of Ninivei doomed to spin; The little benefits of trembling and acts. Do roaring blood clots still reach the heart's atrial wreaths safely so that the total infarction does not occur?! The youngest donkey generation seems to have been mistakenly manipulated, as they are threatened by lasting hind legs and wrinkles.

The multitude of mass people cross homeless gillists; From the bottom of the depths - fear - maybe there is no perfect way out. There are only tolerances and preparations in the hope of survival that can be sold. Mushroom clouds multiply from the nails of the nucleus of nucleus; Teenager diva are increasingly behaving childhood as if they no longer remember the memories of saraishes and babies.

contagious echoes yell at the deaf ears of the people; Promised benefits are deliberately thrown into the trash cans, saying, be satisfied with the minimal life you are currently. The world shows more and more visible apocryphal signs, and there are hardly any who understand. Portable conscious loneliness stifles his victims, - they have become a grin, and the old well -deserved laughter, which dissolves our inhibitions and may still be liberated.

The source of all the troubles was that the world was still a talmi, which could be easier to die! Halfway between the awake and the actual subconscious, it seemed as if the instinctive, instinctive hesitation ...

Fragile objects of love shine like licked self-confident smiles in the vortex of doorways! It is no easier than to deceive sincere tears by deceiving them! They are dizzyingly exciting, arriving with uninvited guests in the smile of a V.I.P. party, they don't even notice pathetic hamsters and Alamus hedgehogs! With rainy, big curious eyes, each would voluntarily offer their lily sanctuary if the macho were recommended as a trendy fashion by counting gyms!
 
They sell the virtue of their salvation without a word! With seductive eyelash vibrations, the better-looking party faces are under siege, and the universe experience, which has been declared permanent, cannot be retaliated either! They are constantly haunted and deceived; the easy popping of bra straps echoes in a balmy night! For an indefinite time, subsistence and cheap running will be in vogue!
 
When will the real anthem of the revealed, childish faces be fully visible behind the many serviced make-ups and powder powder?! "When will they wake up from the preserved and insidious self of fame?" The light-hearted faucet Soul is still spacious: it holds business interests and calculating cedar! Who, with his head bowed, can walk in silence, in a burning dirt-red, can only enjoy virtue among men among the Cowards!

"Behind our face, behind our vulnerable foreheads, it is rare to see exotic flower threads!" As a hedgehog, the crunchy, little boy orphanage is easily misunderstood! Out of frightened gazes, the late and long-lasting roar of lightning are all lurking alone! "Can there be another redeeming, pure gaze on the earth, healing spiritual wounds with his petal-heart and selfless giving?!" Today, Pilate and Crédo are just as compatible! A jealous heart can know the superstitious beauties and be a burden in the forest of ****** relationships!

You must believe, even condemned to the captivity of debris moments, that you have come into tangible and perceptible body proximity with your two eyes every day with the wonders of Goodness and selfless, devoted, kind Grace. Who can see and see in the dark? Whose adorable Adonis whose body is just handsome and deservedly enviably worked out, while his brain competence is as big as a holey big nutshell or nectar coconut?

Shouldn't souls be deceived by deliberate manipulation as long as your eyes shine with starlight and morphing with my excitement of patience? "And yet how many hopeless, missed moments could it have actually been, and deservedly yours, when you could proudly state: You can't love because you deserve it, and because you love it when you're a murderous flirt."

in their steam turbines they are utilized infinitely as the foolish half-gracious - only because he who is divinely known to you enjoys and flies. If you can be by your side in every eternal minute and open it together of your own free will

the sanctified sanctuary of your beating heart maps, the entrance of the golden gate - for you, the series of LIFE is still just an obvious question, but when do you count with yourself in simple, finite clarity? Your time - you know yourself well - at the moment of your birth as a timed countdown is long overdue!

But how much more independent, free, and easier would the consciousness of lonely doom be if its mortally iris-minute minutes of life were bordered by the promising immortality of Happiness? As long as you are just wasting your life on philosophical contemplations, someone will take care of your fads, your forgivable gossip, and care about you!

What am I used to? The push back and forth, the onslaught of chaotic sarcasms? Blood sponge geysers from the stained organs? Fist whitish-colored purple-pimples, cam-trenches? The singing of charmingly chirping fairies, flirtatious ladies in my childhood when an immortal emotion arrived in a single superstition, a sigh of magic?

Twilight red blood flames reflected in crystal eyes. At night, my heart cherishes nightmares and, as a strangled prison cell, I even tolerate indifference if I have to! - Is that what I'm used to? The constant dread of little boys that greets you every minute! Is the cherishing of you wasted? As a dilated crater, my broken ****** wounds all hang up, open up!

Your encouragement is needed for my livelihood. I wanted nothing more than to place my perforated heart on your fragile swan hands, and to be able to sit with you at the end of old age and soar on the heights of happiness, like a sky-whining plane flirting with the skirts of cloud continents!

I would have changed my life: for noble, chivalrous, proud purposes, because I found the secret tunnel in the hearts of ladies and listened in whispering sighs to the stray beats of our hearts!


"I wanted to be with me the one who would lay the guardian angel wings on me, if the sizzling fear greeted me again, he would share my sorrows and joys with a cherished maternal understanding!"

He kept silent, grinning with an arrogant-fat bladder around his neck while despised like an open shark's mouth! In a hundred times targeted, smelly days, everyone has become a traitor because he could not have selfish, vulnerable trust in the offenders! Striking an apple orphanage in my wandering years, I trembled as a descendant; I couldn’t stand alone to bring back the backlog living in memories! With crying depths of crypt, I should look into wolf eyes at all times, until a small child, who still had to forgive me, boasted in tombs!
 
I already felt bitterly on my skin: the closing muscles of the giver of human goodness soon relaxed, and if I wanted to, I couldn’t keep what was mine forever! "I could never survive unscathed with a stubborn, childish feeling!" A dying yellow wind like the dying candle flame: shadows of faint silence wandered between the living ****! I have to settle into the empty gloom; my crusting borders should be protected even further - we would fall into darkness together!
 
It might be better to let go of my accumulated horrors so that I can get rid of the distressing and withering burden! On the threshold of Existence, the fatally swollen unforgivable is interrupted; in a strange, lukewarmly splashed exhibitionist world, as a witness, I have to hide and hide unchecked! "All the good news is frozen as a lie on talkative lips!" I also grinded myself a little into my series of selfish failures! My heart: dark, drummer, holey hole! You can only judge this foolish, ******* world! For inexpensive, mouse-rattling cries, you can’t advance long-lasting relationships

We crouched together, halfway between the jaws of the present and future Janus, and no matter how much we decide where we have no idea where we go. There are tremendous prison chains of existence hanging into raba-winged souls. In the forgotten, confidential handshakes, the secret apocrypes of the eyes, the transgression of the universe, which is a bit bordered by the immortal tingling, which is already unnoticed there is something strange; The eyes are more like dripping stars.

In any case, the soul has a new bone bridge smell, massive silence, and it is not yet aware-at least for the time being-whether we have been a fashion beast on the altars of our strained everyday life, or just a casual Yorick-mood?! "Because suddenly, the order and system of intent-by-intentioned order and system run, while the mass army of conscious madnesses often dart."

It is customary to guide silent wildlife on halves to know their own place in the world, which may seem, which may seem, becoming more shallow, superficial, and small. - Axis, medium, or if you like balance can be the writing, text, books. Rather, rather than some self-sufficient, deliberately exhibitionist celebrity-idiot.

Because Hübris, Sanda Döjf, pumps into a sticky small camp of the fake, dizzy, and rogues, which the simpler average does not even know if he dares to believe anyone even.

If Sin had been true, it would have been done to self-deception! The faces of Eber-flattering, petting cockroaches are changing! The time for sure handshakes in loyalty is finally over; you wallow your humanity you can't give yourself up! You should forget the breaking monkeys and pass the **** whistleblower! Words that excite from the depths also shatter like sacred phrases, flowing like plastered plaster; captured in captivating schizophrenic mirrors on the Live! The minute of self-loss breaks down into parts amid terrible torments; silent silence recorded on a tape recorder is listened to even if the silly Hope has been trashed many times!
 
A deadly trap today is also a feigned pretense, you can not raise happiness or restless! In dominant, aggressive instincts, the Redeeming Paradise Island of the Peace Plate is soon immersed; Neanderthal gorillas chatter about existence struggles while barely thriving on more than two straws! Many sublime captives preach their sublime words twisted into biblical pathos! A complicit preacher as a peculiar mongrel mixture when colluding with the growths of petting; "How long can you endure this Nobody's Land?!"
 
Whom the haunting Moon shines through, he does not confess to himself that he sinned when he cowardly cowardly and did not allow the immortal Beloved to come near! Beaten like a closed, orphaned child, you feel the troubled explosions of your heart; your heart attack is getting worse! "Puffy monsters and their little chick dumplings will soon catch the chewed column wall!"

The winged tower of snow-white ice ghosts in the crystal clear, annihilated air; the ****** Spirit dropped little by little into the wedding of petals! You would have to return home if you could get into a homosexual existence! crouch in melancholy silence into the placental fog of maternal, bean-redeeming kills! Kharübdisz, the gaping underworld, his vision-mouth stretched, seems to be strained: the living is searching among the excavated fragments of memory, living alive! Crippled, paralyzed-bandsa of Ordas' saw teeth Death pulls back from the presence of the past! It can be hard to find redemptive antibodies in the forgetful amphorae of minds!
 
It used to be a happier sunshine Why tomorrow disappeared wandering in the afterlife?! - On the scales of our birth, you measure the beginning and end of Alpha and Omega with Sisyphus' pettiness! Even so, the afflicted Spirit bounces back from its vulnerable, avitt soul; in the present, another imagined danger can often catch up! The old guardian era always repeats itself in black and white! There is no way out of deeply winding, spirally balding roads! Eltiport, as a fat worm, we are all already on the fringes of our round; in a miserable world that has long degenerated for itself, in a fragmented world, questions backfire with an eternal, aimless rotation!
 
Where does the word of human humanity stay?! The bigger fish were sitting at the expense of others, a tor company tormenting themselves with chirping, business-like pedlar vigets! "In a wooden box that can be locked like a pebble, like a ark of the covenant, our fatal heart throws three more fates for the last time!"

The sound of murderous silence can already be heard in our crooked minds. Shadow-struck landscapes, peninsula debris wander all night in us and are increasingly addressed in our inner selves! Our hidden, petty secrets cannot be uttered by the essence of cheap, flattering words: the romance of our desires could be felt better and a whole, meaningful human life could be traversed in the star myriads of our saddened dreams! Wounded souls interrogating themselves along the streets of Time roam like goal-lost ghosts; with numbing consciousness they would expect dissolution from superstitious kisses and the immortal pleasures of the metamorphoses of the Universe!
 
Enlightened consciousness is crystal clear to ourselves. In the subconscious of beating hearts, why are we afraid of a trembling flow of dreadful responses? We would be happy to put down the burden of our Sisyphean existence many times with pleasure so that the clutches of our endless orphanage that are bound together can be dissolved! "I'm getting more and more ominous torment at the expense of my days!" His tormented petals would still be cherished by the half-nailed soul; ringing a call for help selfish-calculating profiteers!
 
The safe havens of consciousness are still marred by doubts! Due to human mortality, another sadistic Judas is being created. In the washed-out parallel of the world, ordas-chaos wolf-blinds echo like threatening barkings! - The daily bread of our betrayals is spreading: because it is seldom anything else that the self-prostituting, treacherous age can do! Dreaming, I am still waiting for the redemptive romance, if my despair comforts me with new hopes! I am often ashamed to see his loyal lovers swapped by an exotic nymph!

Now maybe you can speak calmly, wisely,  
We are still with each other now,  
Now you can confess with a very calm-heart that you have been unable to admit, undress, get rid of your perpetual pessimistic, petty, low-profile childhood, which has been organically in your life, even your instincts.

Now you can confess that in the tiring, vicinity, slightly pathetic life, you have come to you with a couple of true-heart wise friends and a helping acquaintance who may not have beaten and did not make a meaningful, lying-antle promise, laugh, or intentionally humiliated, Nor did it succeed.

Now you can recognize that you have never been able to pass through the medium concept of the coveted goldsmen and the Horatius formula of things and relationships or impose a pointless to others. In vain, you preached yourself to the metaphysics of certain "basic status".

Now you can calmly get bitter, mourn your little mice that: you dare to believe yourself, deceive your naive -child good faith, Yoricki's simplicity, if you encountered a superstitious, promising girl not just seeing the supermodible, You prefer to scrape the wall in your agony for letting things take a different direction.

Now you may admit that the price of gasoline 95 is rolling new record peaks and that the BUX has made a steep fall flight every time the diplomacy has been modified, and while the food prices are four times the tofu dough

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

As a airscrow-tied, tender chubby clown, it was better to remain ourselves than to shape a mortal body into a kneaded, gorilla-brained Adonis titanium! The difference is still striking and undoubted! Even so, your lack of self-confidence can get over quickly! Just as celebrity monkey gingerbread jammers are proudly proud of themselves, their vest tearing is the culmination of their enjoyment - it is probably not a salvation to be overwhelmed!
 
If Man does not make sure of his formable flexibility! A trumpeting child terror tensed everyone if it only appeared in the whirlwind of V.I.P. parties wishing to rampage! Behind the mixing desks, the exotic ***** ladies were mixing a noise machine and the perfect cocoa could be ready, like the appearance of ****** wishing to rampage: pocket Stallons with phlegmatic frills texts had just boasted quite a few times among the bumpers!
 
Moods go down in the rampant ramparts of overheated ***** games and the bride is still an ideal place to make peace! - The radical exile of the personality in the face of totally crowded pop culture! Man's artificial Beauty is often unheard of to see with his heart! In quarreling fun, they are already there that the intentional poisoning of happiness has also become a pleasure! Life in perpetual party-baron invasions and raging diesel noises is not enough life insurance!
 
A single, lively, tiny sparkle leap is enough to get naive chirps losing their minds into a cheap series of overnight flirting adventures with male gorillas! "It will slowly come to pass that people who are easy to forget will grow out of each other in boredom, and they will have the only joy of rejoicing if they become back to ordinary!"

Sleeping intoxication like a cataract encapsulates a man's eyes: human prostitution behind me and in front of me! This sand-******* interest-Age is already destroying the rest of humanity! I know very well: the worm-rasp is working more and more modestly in everyone; chew and trample everyone for your goals! Accidental weddings are always a disaster! It is enough to have only one sick fruit in the bottom-flattening world and the contents of the basket are rotting!
 
Manhoods swollen with testosterones, like constantly inflated balloons, would rarely take pictures of perishable reality! Even small-style idiots are inaugurated as a worthy hero of tabloid rumors in assault! Yet the hazelnut-brain intellect reveals recovery! Everyone is already stuck in the gates and he wants to thrive with his hard-working two hands: sloth-scale consom women flock like herrings, chirping among the more moneyful! A tiny object of public laughter!
 
Robber jaws filled with snaps cocktails are already set up, and kangaroos are almost insanely common! Continue to stand stubborn eb-thought! Competing bug nests serve the well-run handle to each other only to be more effective! Lively One-Dilemma: Luxury lifestyles and privileges only for some?! The crowded camp of those waking up to cat lips will kick divinely out of the harness for the last time before going to work! "Perhaps it would have been better to lurk in the solitude of homes than to waste an informant?!"
 
The formalin vapor of comfortable boredom makes everyone lazy and hibernate! Nice digestion s sad vomiting rules over everything! Believe me all this! You have to pact with the nodding Johns otherwise there will be no claim! - Low-cost free lives can end soon! After grazing, the simple job rarely gets a siesta!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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