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

Man always throws away his lost self! And as snakeskin, it immediately clings to new ideas, more bribing opportunities! What could be on the other side of compromising, hypocritical puffy faces? Everyone who called himself the Emperor of Life in the crosshairs of another court Celebrity-fool cameras! Another witty smiling wedge of idiots! What is in place of noble principles, redemptive ideas? On the battlefield of destinies, like the bowling puppets grinning, there are lines of teasing failures!
 
Could there still be boastful Hope on the chilled Bone Mountain of the Dead?! Every ****** sermon is just another trap of dogma, a sacramental deception! Only by the law of the heart can we be truly Good and Humane! Shards should be found in never-up-not-mapped restless souls, if they could! Those who look through the surface of things can never watch vigilantly the rose chalices drumming deep in their hearts!
 
Money and fame have become creatures above beings! Who would be ready to break out of their earthly rest and want to find the redeeming harmonies of the Universe? It will be easier to discover a precious Star in the dust of everything! He sets out with the solitude of the brave on the helping wing of Angels; He looks at the alley of worlds and caresses: could Humanity have remained on earth? "Dancing to suicide cowards on top of glass tiles that are shattering like shards!" Trademarked, alamus jaws among V.I.P.-party faces would look for themselves, search but are afraid to look inside themselves to find the answers!
 
Every TV channel produces idiot cans up to its pre-fabricated core and the vulnerable man can hardly believe the wax faces grinning under the Witch of Honesty.

Everything is getting insignificant. As diamonds and treasures, King Darius tosses wastes of ******* into the abyss of doom. Sadly, I look more and more indifferently at how a Man who carries values, carrying a weight-shifting column, ruins himself only from values: You can get cheap discounts from compromising wordings! - Duration of existence - maybe

it is only a secret until one fingers and sees the crowded connections! It's all a crazy problem, and an insatiable will to decide: Should I go to look for a job in a free, bright, and fatten the subsidies of pointless juicers from my lean bread, or

should I trust myself to a foolish Fate, who, like a fasting shipwrecker, will sooner or later put him near the shore? "We can only be silly, hangover figures in the year-round rotation of Being, and the age of shameless plate lickers, cheap John's sole lollipops is coming - it has long since arrived, only Man refused to remember!"

And seventy, cheap consolations, minute human beings snuggle into sudden, erupted careers like rhyming chimpanzees until they could get enough: And he who sat as lazy crickets on his laurels so far is now also dreaming of the juicy gas of finals!

"You, my dear friend, can't even dream of this - letter-formers of your own kind will only be praised by mortal Time with skinny laurel wreaths if they have long been dipped in the useful twigs of their bones."

A person's feet often stick out of every box they have picked up. Because people keep interfering in their lives - no matter how much they deny it -. Everyone has been burned many times by the frivolous, nagging, grotesque, hopeless Reality. It would be nice to hope even in the multitude of non-existent things, if that is all it takes for a person to start a new life, which - exceptionally - still has and can have value and meaning.

We have now become a little fed up with the fact that we have always inherited useless sermons and good-sounding hymns of praise from those who were in power at the time; The habit of being mean and sneaky really radically, oppressively settles on our already difficult, stuffy lives, like most of the slimy, slippery promises, with which the brainwashed, and therefore unsuspecting, average person can be lured in.

In the restless workshop of our lives, there is less and less room for the arrival of Universal loves, for a few eternal truer friends who brought salami bread and cinnamon milk gruel during the bitter cold; there are fewer and fewer four or five doors in this world where the prodigal, weak person can knock calmly, even at night or at dawn, because they are welcomed with welcoming love and even seated at the table without a whimper.

Everyone is a bit like the suffering superiority of those with a painful stomach ache, who already sense in advance and know what will happen unexpectedly, and they deliberately look down on those who try or those who get a foothold, just because they did not get it from the abundant interests and networks of patronage relationships. We can no longer be completely satisfied and generous with people who are confident in their superiority and who are perfectly satisfied with themselves, as they increasingly exhibit increasingly suspicious and calculating behavior, at least on the surface!

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

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

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

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

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!

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!

Be very careful, because from your birth you can be only one of you at the gate of the Universe, where beating hearts confess their immortal oath as a sacred vow. Because you are a speck of dust in the vision-illusion of mortality and you would do better if you now mentally go through every minute of your pitiful, petty life, because maybe it will be too late when the Wheel of Fate comes to you. You would say: it would be better to finally bury every single sorrow of 40 annoying, sly years, every single spiritual wound that can be challenged, refuted - yet the memory that ponders the past increasingly prompts you to speak demandingly.

Your restless, restless Ulyssesian confusion, in the catatonies of initial apparent madness, your restless buzzing soul, that you. Those on whom I could once count and upon whom you could build your shaky, suspicious trust are no longer with you. Even today, you would rather live with the solidified point-candles of your memory than forget where you came from and where you went back then, when you could believe that man was noble and good.

You deliberately did not play a bold gamble, wanting to flirt with your fate; but what sense could there have been, when now the reward of fine words, promises and truths is possessed by usurping geneviers as a kind of intermediate laurel?! The yew-flower wings of your dreams will slowly fall into the sweet-sad darkness of oblivion if you do not take care to palliate and maintain your Alzheimer's brain with memory exercises.

– The pressure already gathered in your brain coils in many forms, like a network of secret arteries, gathers the instincts and methods of action for you, you just need to learn to listen to the rumbling voice of your inner echoes in a worthy way!

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

How ungodly is this land that wildly Hyena's footprint Angel can barely enter ?! The inner soul-night falls to ashes, the pain sizzling into your soul screams! Because the moment thickens to an explosion; every barren Face is another cunning mirror from which we can fall out of our dreams! Those who can guess the plague of the Jackal of others can be fooled to run! Teasing the columns of light, the pathetic Giants of Indifference spit on the Present! Cosmos-space homestead in broken hearts as the only guest!
 
The one who sets out on the essential path behind mirrors wanders with a cherub face to see what really matters! - The breath of unavoidable questions obscures you! - Maybe Love is a hand grenade ?! The nuclei of the Universe unite in volcanic eruptions in superstitious moments! The tunnel is torn through the moonlight by lasting fear! Man, the eternal One-Inventor, bleeds in performance on angry scales! Existence: A recurring, flawless mistake that can be made many times?
 
And who makes more, more harmful mistakes ?! No one can protect you! Is that why I opened the borders of my palms ?! - Out there now knocking on closed-door societies you want to seek refuge! "Rings of the year on me and angelic shell-hahota!" - Vigilance over commonplace issues; desert sand has been thirsty forever! We call Death to ourselves in different forms every day; a proud and delicate game that can eat even raw meat and is constantly swallowing!
 
Only the sure, calculated End who doesn't run away from it can understand! "Time always vomits in its own fright - that's why I may be scared every day of the ghosts of my selfish shadow!

How ungodly is this land that wildly Hyena's footprint Angel can barely enter ?! The inner soul-night falls to ashes, the pain sizzling into your soul screams! Because the moment thickens to an explosion; every barren Face is another cunning mirror from which we can fall out of our dreams! Those who can guess the plague of the Jackal of others can be fooled to run! Teasing the columns of light, the pathetic Giants of Indifference spit on the Present! Cosmos-space homestead in broken hearts as the only guest!
 
The one who sets out on the essential path behind mirrors wanders with a cherub face to see what really matters! - The breath of unavoidable questions obscures you! - Maybe Love is a hand grenade ?! The nuclei of the Universe unite in volcanic eruptions in superstitious moments! The tunnel is torn through the moonlight by lasting fear! Man, the eternal One-Inventor, bleeds in performance on angry scales! Existence: A recurring, flawless mistake that can be made many times?
 
And who makes more, more harmful mistakes ?! No one can protect you! Is that why I opened the borders of my palms ?! - Out there now knocking on closed-door societies you want to seek refuge! "Rings of the year on me and angelic shell-hahota!" - Vigilance over commonplace issues; desert sand has been thirsty forever! We call Death to ourselves in different forms every day; a proud and delicate game that can eat even raw meat and is constantly swallowing!
 
Only the sure, calculated End who doesn't run away from it can understand! "Time always vomits in its own fright - that's why I may be scared every day of the ghosts of my selfish shadow!"

Where will the cherished dreams, heartbreaking ruptures, whipping volcanic eruptions, and the tingling vow of allegiance between your swan-white fingers go? Wasted seconds of chilled, petrified tears? And where will the peak power of flaming kiss revolutions, the complete colonization of the soul, go? Where will your amber-light night-brown hair stay

have I learned to enjoy the scent of blessed silk with content while weaving your curls into the rich and tidy wreaths of buns? I took a line - you can believe it - of many sorts of galadic sins, between two extremes just a complimenting boy in a love affair - I did not deserve a cheeky rejection from a deer-eyed girl, at most only in full

I respected, complimented him, above all I loved His selfless sincerity - From the distance of the seasons, everything suddenly changed: Senses, desires, and imaginations became hypocrites, faithful to a false occasion; And at the same time, the Human Heart is hardened because of the surges of inalienable, unforgettable immortal memories that have raised reefs to hold captive the eternal and eternal

moment, footsteps knocked out of cowardice, low and cheap rules of the game of interest and interest answers! "Now it may be: My mourning for you has neutralized all my memories." However, I cannot forget a copy of your dear angel face. You may have been captured, forever completely!

for there is a single paved, sure path to vulnerable and broken hearts: the power of love, the truthful consolation of tears! "Something isn't right yet. I've forgotten the better, truer, and happier half of your conscience than yours - at least it wouldn't have been this desperate moment: I'd need you already, and now I don't know where you are yet?"

My body takes the form of a prehistoric man, my tufts of hair are distasteful jungle cave drawing; even deliberately and slowly stumbling, I stumbled into Times as a strange eccentric! I deliberately frown at my worried forehead - as before a far-reaching task - so I can still think calmly! If those who wanted to know me sincerely looked into my eyes, who sinned with tears and whispered with True Pearls: I could watch my reborn sunset within me!
 
Based on pre-designed cat-and-mouse war plans, we have the ability to make a living; who else can listen to my whispered words of help ?! Millions of wet glass ***** are resting in the chubby cracks of my face, and many hopeful smiles often seem lost. "In this present age, it is as if the crow, the jackal, who is digging his eyes, is farming on the same rotten beam!"
 
And this repressed tremor echoes constantly in me, as if my Soul was bursting deep in its tormented excavation somewhere in its little bagatelle cavity somewhere! Now, as always: I try to escape from everyday challenges with rules and the rituals of selfish rites, if I can't count on Someone who will lead by hand with charming redemption! In dim mirrored silence, I am still wasting in front of prohibitive barriers and I would wait my turn until doomsday!

The tiles are all shattered like dubious omens. Ice nuts rattled between broken windows In Budapest, the little child who woke up from their dreams, just like the worrywart, should have cared more about the world; there are fewer and fewer rainbows because it can be great here on earth, it should have cared more about the world.

Clusters of stars tremble on the branches of the evening star, so let's leave the silent tunnels alone, the sacred valleys of our youth, winding return roads, no matter how you hear: you were unhappy, you never dared to count your life destined for eternity. You will look back in time when old age threatens your dove-gray head.

Why don't you ask yourself if you are happy?! because you can easily find out, you would only torment yourself; Man is unable to find what is permanently there, fool, or if you want to chew on your ******* fate, you are biting your nails, you are squirming uselessly. You see, your time is running out. It is time for the fool to be wise and not to say nonsense.

If by chance you want to believe, say that it is self-deception rather and you doubt that there is an even more beautiful road ahead of you, a more beautiful journey, you should listen soberly so that the word turns into stone in you, it would be good to warn yourself sometimes, you were only human. You cannot be to blame for failures, you promised yourself that you would not be a sucker. You felt on your skin that they were making you nothing. Today you still sow somersaults and reap a storm, you grin like a cheeky, rude elbow, because lies can never be comfort and you should not be played with.

As if aiming, huddling ever closer to the wall; he draws his superstitious eyelashes into a slit, thus peering at the deceived, continuously manipulated world. Forced to constantly measure the shortest distance between sincerity and lies, he measures, like some eccentric arbiter, the weight of the stake, which is a nest of betrayals and lies. Backwards in the stream of eternal moments, thinking himself over once more, he decides to look away after all. Inside, in the secret depths of his soul, he still keeps his seeing eye open; he still faithfully preserves the ability to see truly, which is not polluted by materialism or superficial exhibitionism.

He knows and suspects: only in the depths of the soul can the romantic dance of the one flame take place, which he has perhaps dreamed of his entire life, - he would immediately regain it if he could have that second of memory that was still liberated and free from everything, because inside there is an irresistible power over instincts and emotions, even the silent, mute human words, which do not need to be spoken at all.

- Like a desolate cauldron, the creative silence surrounds him, which - nowadays - is increasingly difficult to gain in a dignified manner. Like interstellar frontiers, humility and will would lie under a giant dome for days; melancholy, meaningless, petty worries and troubles swim in a large carnival crowd, like so many fish embryos in a crowd. He will slowly and subtly consume his spirit, every drop at a time, if he is not careful, because truer human stars are patiently waiting in the garden of golden hearts for them to be admitted.

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!"

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

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

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

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!"

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!"

My Spoken snap clock struck my heartbeat! I should pull it up until dawn tomorrow! It would be good to hand over his clicking harassment to Someone who feels deeply with me that he exists; he keeps his waking breaths for me! It was as if the sun were rising like a bright honeymoon for us - the glowing Universe had sweated true pearls on us! Simultaneously divided in our molecules from the pound of blood-flesh Love!
 
I fall asleep now as if he were always with me and wrapped up with his angel wings when I was awakened by the disappointed minute that called for my new things! "Every missed vanity grinds a pounding throbbing in my heart: my nectar blood rushing sharply up like a knife whips it up like the ticking of Death in people!" Final countdown started with birth! Hesitant with poppies, dodderer uncertain revolving among you!
 
If I Dare to Do and Confess the Curse of the Present: I am a Coward and a Selfish if I am always worried! I could be a bolder and more reckless lion tamer; I'm afraid many people will just forget that I don't have to speak to me unnecessarily anymore: and the rule of Doom will whisper and ruin my initial career as a whispering, calculating drunkard! "Iron-barked diamond stars, with their celestial tears, ruin the sky glorious in the dark darkness!"
 
I've looked apart! In whom could I find the second half of my existence? My choice was shot and failed! I have given the treasures of my heart sincerely through anxiety and confidential Faithfulness! Instead of friends, the weedy, flattening Betrayal has settled into my everyday life!

Even after the mass psychosis of unanimously proclaimed mono-bookkeeping and stadium-building, it was not enough for plaster to cry on the snow-capped walls of life-saving public hospitals and nurseries, to swell in tears of crushed wings! "And while the past may be decisive and at the same time, the present is increasingly lying, false."

Hateful, liar-like, ***-licking oligarchs lick each other as a war of delicate pinch dogs. They fill their personalized colors with stories written in selfish ways, and Paul's great reversal will take place again. But there would be quite a few nice and admonishing examples on the sacred altar of corruption: Can't you really feel overwhelmed by the fact that you have been sacrificed for their petty career greed ?!

They have become intentional ******* juveniles for sale; a miniature community that has finally come out of a small Europe is calling for stalled industrial and technological development. And the hunger ticket is still cool if any of us decided to go shopping. In the upcoming circus, the despot porcelain master has already presented his latest vision. There is no interference, no open resistance. You can easily jump on the promised million dollar bonus!

Just no rush, and most of all, no reckless, frenzy! If many believe the cheat-negation promises of non-existent jobs and jobs: Who knows ?! "Exposed, theatrical, rope-like, we can even hear plenty more about the fierce struggles of parallel legends ..."

In dazzling winter, like a cowardly creeping animal, with padlock-dreamed dreams, he waits in silence for helping friends, but no one comforts him! Preserved fear sits in the depths of desperate hearts, and ladies, paraded ladies laugh at their polite chivalry when they greet them with hand kisses! His future is still confused; they were carried full of fog and the opportunities for him to prosper were stolen from under his feet! He would roar, almost so wounded by his humiliation shake, but his mouth would turn blue into the fall of silent shackled tears!
 
He lives here as a strange herald; just referring to yourself! Dagger-raised business hands raise a dagger against it, even the coolers tread the trajectory of in ambush! As a begging vulnerable, he loses his fertile silence in a storm of misunderstanding; it has broken its way with words that have become rotten, vile mortality is fighting for itself and many are entering into their everyday bribery! Happiness will be a guest of Happiness even on night-long nights! "With a destiny-closed soul, you must always enter this calculating world on your own and know if you are burning a candle from two halves, if you cannot step through the steps of a needle!" Like the treacherous orphanage of willow trees - a shivering fear overwhelmed who feared this World with fear!
 
Benevolent shadows in the Universe bend like dark petals, their digestive trust is fueled by omniscient Loyalty! A translucent drawing will be set in stone for many useless dreams; pure instinct will protect your being like another bastion extreme! "With free faith, though, it can be just a silent point," he stumbles further and further.

On the Nineveh-smelling, alley-like street corner, habit is becoming increasingly furious. The plum body of indifferent public sentiment seems to be withering; the petty rage of moods is also stirring more and more imperceptibly, although for now only in melancholy silence, because the big city is already infected with work-horror, the face of a hack is always suspicious; since no one is named and no one polishes parquet floors and terracotta stones to their liking and the total is always doubtful, because it is constantly changing.

In disposable job grinders, stadium-sized emotions try to stir the stagnant water; the always imported melon peel has long since rotted, just like the pitted, crunchy but wormy cherry, because even the last thoughts cannot really win on their own. Deep in the soul – fearful –, man would in vain seek smaller wormholes for himself in a self-willed rebellion, and then with transparent hearts, like a wandering ghost, to wander carefully throughout his life, because in this consumer society no one can be truly himself anymore.

And since perhaps no one finds it, because they could not really look for the hiding place of happiness, the unbearably deliberate narrow path of existence now leads to total Nothingness, the disenfranchised meaning of which is increasingly difficult for anyone to understand. Man rolls heavy boulders like Sisyphus in vain if he cannot settle anywhere and remains in one place. More and more emphasis is placed on superficial, exhibitionistic artificiality, while the small child crouching in the soul is gradually, intentionally forgotten.

They can leave their moldy faces hanging for decades on some arrogant, rusty copper screws, from which protruding nails sneer their ominousness; modern man is increasingly showing withdrawal symptoms that seem to be hidden!

Wounded eternity is on its way: you are stepping over the broken loneliness of the heart, sharing your pain only alone! Your skin is sore and cumbersome! As a child of Sisyphus with fear, he is dragging himself! He who has endured the existence of moments, the crap of humiliation is now helpless and hysterical! Guarded by innocence and now thirsting for sincerity - but he doesn't even know where he left himself!

He was turned against him by foamy-mouthed, green-eyed devils, flattering contemporaries, greedy enviers - only his loneliness, his single handcuff uniqueness lasts forever: The last refuge that shares fertility and madness! He needs a purifying loneliness consciousness, a secret incognito Being! "This is how you walk with wounded eternity, cumbersome and half-naked at every step!"

Words he faces cannot heal him, only selfless help! Something bias suddenly moves in the hearts, and the treasures of Humility tremble in omniscient stellar eyes! It is more difficult to walk and weigh the boundless unknown - isn't it!

The wounded consciousness can only bubble in the hearts, rage - never calm - rocking at most in the shelters of mothers! The boundless emptiness settles on everyone quietly and awkwardly! Humble loneliness also expands. It grows its unstoppably proliferating nests; consumes its victims with slow cruelty!

Now only the puppeted dawn awakens: The flakes that have cooled from the wounded sky are falling and wandering with the changing Time: Nature is still taking a blind spot while still betraying itself and has long sinned! The incessant carrot, broken skinned and cursing wound means no more people to accommodate! There is a petty envy of perpetuating disasters, pointing at each other: Just because the killer-simple blessing came unexpectedly from heaven! The heart: as a wounded pincushion, it still endures the vicissitudes of existence, and the grandiose Order itself believes: It has done everything it used to

imagined and what he designed as fun with vidor-satisfaction! Reality is still whining with its sufferings, - many people do not take part in futile struggles: with loudspeakers and ore sermons, pseudo-speakers reassure the non-existent: "We have done everything with human possibilities!" "Only the hopeful opportunity is overdue!" In recruiting words, trust has long since disappeared!

The brain is forced to listen, and convulsively forgets the gehenna flames of permanence! Human dignity descended into a castable **** — only a lack of eternal fidelity and trust — because we were afraid. We could maniacally dread the uncertain Tomorrow, in which the skeptics deliberately whispered: How can we not help? -

we received the trust and handshakes that remained in the fly with a thousand promises: In the depths of hearts, the shining patrol fire was seldom smoldered: Prickly, murderous daggers rumble on snowdrift battlefields - one cannot know, one cannot stand alone! Would you have lost the eclipse wick? Where did loyalty, the sure appearance of reality for each other, go? -

In the distance, an ever-fading echo is heard on the sufferer and the call for help - maybe no one is listening anymore! Even the last renegades returned to the mountains and show only wounded silence…

In the interactions between the human body, as he is mesmerized by a smile of Heaven, his eyes stray as flirtatious Angels stared at Jacob's ladder! You have to move from hardship to hovering and you don't feel that everything has happened in vain! Eyes superstitious with respect to the weight of the earthly Eden are bound, and the refuge — apart from the Universe — is all uncertain! The psychological fire of attraction pulls our wounded souls back into the Present! "There can be no shadow of impending Death, only fear!"
 
The enchanting rainbow of eyes can only be blinded in faithfulness in love! In the depths of dusk, how does a Star of Bethlehem guide us ?! - What is left of your fatty breast milk on urgent request? You would eagerly **** the life-giving kisses of Being that has bound itself to you with its love! An orphaned stalactite cave has also become the donated teary eye that sees everything awake! Scattered fates remained in the scattered knots of Destiny! The bone-dry wave depth of Silence addresses you as a minute; the rhythm of the drumming echoes in your ears!
 
Only your dear can guess where you are! With two arms, you would surely embrace the peace you find; you would not be so vulnerable to Nirvana's loneliness! "The roaring basket of skulls is sprouting today, instead of sparkling intellect!" Instead of kisses, a thickened membrane is strained on the withered boards of worn-out palate floors! The seductive Light tolerates under the jawbone…

In the interactions between the human body,
as he is mesmerized by a smile of Heaven,
his eyes stray as flirtatious Angels stared at Jacob's ladder!
You have to move from hardship to hovering
and you don't feel that everything has happened in vain!
Eyes superstitious with respect to
the weight of the earthly Eden are bound,
and the refuge — apart from the Universe — is all uncertain!
The psychological fire of attraction pulls
our wounded souls back into the Present!
"There can be no shadow of impending Death, only fear!"
  
The enchanting rainbow of eyes can only be
blinded in faithfulness in love!
In the depths of dusk, how does a Star of Bethlehem guide us?!
- What is left of your fatty breast milk on urgent request?
You would eagerly **** the life-giving kisses of Being that
has bound itself to you with its love!
An orphaned stalactite cave has also become
the donated teary eye that sees everything awake!
Scattered fates remained in the scattered knots of Destiny!
The bone-dry wave depth of Silence addresses you
as a minute; the rhythm of the drumming echoes in your ears!
  
Only your dear can guess where you are!
With two arms, you would surely embrace the peace you find;
you would not be so vulnerable to Nirvana's loneliness!
"The roaring basket of skulls is sprouting today,
instead of sparkling intellect!"
Instead of kisses, a thickened membrane is strained
on the withered boards of worn-out palate floors!
The seductive Light tolerates under the jawbone…

For even today the fearsome Great Time is cursed and has come for me; the floats of my bones also shiver with reality! Maybe it was my fault today, I can't research that by emigrating to Hermit, I couldn't break away from you even then! Only those who have tried to love vulnerable can know this caressing feeling! Has the cohesive bond that has chained us to Reality as a solid point broken?
 
The joy of Heaven once came with you and disappeared like smoke! I would speak to you now who you still misunderstand, because your incomprehensible pride is greater than your giving petal heart if you understood at all: you were guilty of misunderstanding and intentional abrasion! Little Mythcaster with a recognized Artist just can't get along with anyone! "Who bored you in my surviving ruins of my days? Orphans left me lost in my desperate situation, when you knew I could take eternal Friendships seriously!"
 
I ask: There is no compulsion! Can there be anything beyond the social curiosity of the universal cultures that connects you to it? Do you light a light or wear it down forever and next time you meet in the scattering of urns are you curious Our souls are reunited ?! We can still sit deep in ourselves if we print broken rice texts for each other! As an understanding Friend in trouble, you should talk to me so that I can boldly unravel the still cherished chaos of My Being and not stumble again in the next dam moments! "Hold the paw of my Enkidu hand in confidence, for you can understand it best. D help me get through my distressed, turning days!"
Sounds burst into me
 
I want to get out of my chubby body, which has been left to me as a traditional gift from my birth! I no longer regret not succeeding in losing weight - this is the only way I can experience the truer character of people! We should point inversely curve mirrors at each other voluntarily, just as no clown or comedian can laugh forever while his eyes are bitterly teared inside! The outside world would still need a lot of acceptance as an acceptable, teaching lesson!
 
I would like to be shamelessly prudent and homophobic when the Venus hills of the Universe are revealed to me and I then back away hesitantly and first enter after long requests! I could learn my destiny from budding, immortal moments! - I have hated it a long time ago that everyone can be excited as a novelty by themselves and only! I would also like to believe, cherishing the dream that is found, that a dear Angel will find me and, as a good love, surround me on a babysitter with his giving passions!
 
The timeless Present is a ring and many times I am Boring! The pitch-silence of my mortal life can rarely be penetrated by the extinguishing candle world, the Comet Light that wants to heal! - I would like to finally stand up and confess myself: See me without layers, and try to get to know me caringly! "I am preparing for the night in my consciousness - I would spread the free wings of my self-consciousness for a long time so that I could fly into the earthly smile of donating stars, so that I could cling to it for the last time!"

My dream-to-cover makes it void of the dawn; My coma ears are hit by a dull, no noise, the eternal noise of the big cities as an anthill. The lazy worldwide wind still shakes the spring -tamed mood, in which no one can feel the summer forgotten of the summer.

Relaxing, harmonious desires seemed to be intent, just like most shipwrecks; My soul and in my heart are secretly two double shadows, which may be increasingly difficult to decipher, especially for those who practice empathy tolerance not only with well-ringing words but also.

As a cataract, many manipulates the deceived blindness, as well as the harsh -smelling blindfold: anyone who has made a bargain -knowing about himself -is a human law over himself, that is, eternal, unbearable slave tax. - Often, my puffs carrying the wreath of distorted grimaces are more than compelled, because of strange bile, vomiting grimaces on it as thick-hearted layers.

The melody of a damp, dull indifference, like a whip, knocks into my heart: a condemned accusation is the redeeming love of the universe as a gift, as one of the possible antidote to the happy immortality in moments. Calculated chess game -feared -never escapes because he could leave eternal doubt, as well as self -denial of conscience.

As a wound, only the boredom of boredom, later in the sober, conscious doubt: how should it be different, forbidden, forbidden, or even lame-and-whining, to get out of the grinding treadmill of everyday life?

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.

Everyone knows by now: Mouse nibbling pulverizes the brain, reason, and culture, and every shrill, shrill sneaking around becomes unfathomable in the cauldron of souls. Everyone gets a vigilant donkey's head, and more and more often the simple court fool can only be absolutely right.

Stuttering in the soothing sheep choir is now becoming more and more popular. Minutes's field of vision is getting narrower and narrower, the superficial success of minute-man blue. Discounted autographs and superficial gestures are handed out by the privileged and the deserving. Even sweet mistakes lose themselves on purpose. More and more people are claiming that they have the right to be successful or to earn a lot of money as an influencer. In a black-and-white world, simplified things can easily become complicated.

Now, foolish brutes and wild animals enjoy themselves and parade in abundance. The embittered odious words that once spiced up the cozy night with an idyllic, sweet romance - now, in bitter, stripped-down habit, they are deepening further and further in their own, selfish underworld. That a real lady could so easily succumb to the sight of a macho testosterone Titan after a single candlelit dinner. He can't give a compliment yet, but he drives a Porsche or even a Ferrari if he feels like it; and the soul-seeing willow poet may fall on his face sooner.

Now fewer and fewer people can climb to the heights of the Heaven of emerging Being; fewer and fewer soul-seeers could remain on their feet, just like the truer, more immortal believers in Allness, who could still feel the vulnerable joys of Being in the midst of the materialized world!

Skeleton-armed trees threw a dagger at seeing it cringe! Wall-to-wall! Seeing that he had touched the World as a fallen blind spot; unexpectedly a shard-tiled tile enters its mirrors and hangs on the edges of Being! On Golgotha nights behind the eyes, you don’t know when the guards can come hand in hand with the Watchers! On their foreheads there shines the ticket of the human desire for the ceaseless right! The invited Death grabs us when all living things are undressed and the ash-swallow bodies of skulls fading in empty eye rolls are soulless! He fell to the ground in a split space, dug into a hut and returned!
 
Because every vision deteriorates into the fog if we don’t pay enough attention to its voices! They speak for you from the ******* of Wounded Time; as a mortal, your naked loneliness is better accustomed to; perhaps even the immortal Universe can be destroyed at any time if the pulsating heart-petals are trampled! "Now the sobered Indifference is breathing and living on our worn-out, prostituted allegiances are no longer ours!" Our little boy's orphanage is constantly calling home as homesickness! We became prey on a cheap, otherworldly feast - we wander among ghostly summoned orphans!
 
We do not yet know who will return to our lives with love? "We already live there behind all the things that can be challenged, our silence is swallowing up dumplings of silence, even the Silence of Times carries signs on you;" your every day is more treacherous and more liar than your nights! People’s pride hides stigma wounds on your face every day and they don’t see how important sincere Friendship would be if they looked behind your mask! - The Savior closes the Dear radiance behind my lashes

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

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

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

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

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

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.

In the complex fullness of moments, even a hesitant step can tread on a butterfly carelessly! With a swirling, frightened rainbow wing marching richly into proud freedom! Hesitantly tumbling, the lonely silence can also hurt: the eye perseveres searching for punctuation engraved in a wall, while the claw rays of the accompanying moonlight appear on a ominous veil of nights! We also deliberately closed the proud sighs of our eloquent words to our hearings!
 
In no man's land a wreath of thorns has been woven out of sorrow! Wounded resentment is more easily absorbed into the depths of the Spirit; the burden of accents can permeate every well-groomed, spicy sentence because it is throbbing and present, like a sick plague! As a child orphaned by ugly deeds: I am embarrassed with terrified eyes at the same time, and I do not know if you will be complimented by a merciful, angelic goodness in the manner of Don Quoijotek. "I can only let silent anyone I sincerely want!" My melancholy pleasure, immersed in lethargy, would still be good to share with the babysitter; in the captivating Universe, we could all be together even in the moods we can experience, and it would be unnecessary to further complicate the rules of our secret childish rhymes in a hundred ways!
 
The smallness of our details is often heard through the purities of decipherable communications; the latent curses of envy-jealousy are already crystallizing in the marshland of hateful temper! There is no longer much meaning in the word consolation, where human intention alone can make up tempers! - Disembodied anxious, great dreads in the depths of eternal-childish souls: the smell of rotting rot flows in prodigal hearts! Even in my few minutes of imagination, it was enough to marry misleading lies! It is better to get out at the very beginning from the protection of conceivable emotions, and let the snowman alone melt into the beautified memory of summer

In the complex fullness of moments, even a hesitant step can tread on a butterfly carelessly! With a swirling, frightened rainbow wing marching richly into proud freedom! Hesitantly tumbling, the lonely silence can also hurt: the eye perseveres searching for punctuation engraved in a wall, while the claw rays of the accompanying moonlight appear on a ominous veil of nights! We also deliberately closed the proud sighs of our eloquent words to our hearings!
 
In no man's land a wreath of thorns has been woven out of sorrow! Wounded resentment is more easily absorbed into the depths of the Spirit; the burden of accents can permeate every well-groomed, spicy sentence because it is throbbing and present, like a sick plague! As a child orphaned by ugly deeds: I am embarrassed with terrified eyes at the same time, and I do not know if you will be complimented by a merciful, angelic goodness in the manner of Don Quoijotek. "I can only let silent anyone I sincerely want!" My melancholy pleasure, immersed in lethargy, would still be good to share with the babysitter; in the captivating Universe, we could all be together even in the moods we can experience, and it would be unnecessary to further complicate the rules of our secret childish rhymes in a hundred ways!
 
The smallness of our details is often heard through the purities of decipherable communications; the latent curses of envy-jealousy are already crystallizing in the marshland of hateful temper! There is no longer much meaning in the word consolation, where human intention alone can make up tempers! - Disembodied anxious, great dreads in the depths of eternal-childish souls: the smell of rotting rot flows in prodigal hearts! Even in my few minutes of imagination, it was enough to marry misleading lies! It is better to get out at the very beginning from the protection of conceivable emotions, and let the snowman alone melt into the beautified memory of summer!

I look at your tender and delicate swan hand: While humiliating and carrying loads, the delicate tiny cam-cathedrals tremble, bowing like diligent bow nerves! Your flexible and fragile fingers were broken as a patient killer by loneliness and weakness!

Caressing, babysitting mother's hand: Oh! If only for a moment, but how many times would I have leaned on the hilly ***** of your lap to make it like your blatant child, your blessed artificial hand, to fall asleep with a caress! You had a intoxicating touch, a magical, soothing miracle!

Curious and whimsical fingertips, which if you were tense and blushed the rose-redness surprised how would you respond now? Proudly, with no self-giving, or with a blessed giving as a possible reparation for having walked your own way and for leaving your unfortunate, molasses boy in a pickle?

When I look out for the perforated, aggastyan mountain hermits of the distant Bird Mountain, they interrogate like diligent investigators for whom the given evidence is not enough! I should **** a glorious photo of your memory in myself, forget it here! Alas! The bitter heart is so hard



which clings to the captivity of dreams! Even the falling trees are cleaning up, getting ready for the eternity of winter! The fine mist, as a colonizing settler, settles slowly and for a long time, building a nest on the hill.

Past and present are now stepping in at the same time, and can’t the countdown to existence allow for one last, fatal encounter before our fleeting meat vault becomes a feast for underground rodents? "I kept watching your hard-working, brave, and willful hand — like someone who had suddenly forgotten something and was now researching and watching more and more boldly" to keep his priceless treasure with him…

And then, in that unspeakable, superstitious, at once frightening temper: The biological current of immortality crashed into our bodies like the lightning-giant mountain giants of lightning. Then my two vibrating and seeing pupils began to ram and vibrate silently, the heartbreaking prayer “send heart to heart”! Hair dumplings pinched the jungle of my chest and pierced with the spikes of your bush

their rosy, believing faces tickled, but you didn't mind! Love made you obsessed, and you would have traveled to the stars if you knew you could still find Him there, you could reach Him! - Wavy, gentle amber tendrils stretched into raven-night silence like fishermen throwing a net:

They could keep and encircle the prey: Hairy boy-animal! Infected with half-heartedness! "You have gracefully driven your marble neck over my shoulders, your idyllic daydreams have opened New Worlds to me." A mischievous goodness cheated on your eyes in two eyes, I also learned the secrets of your sigh!

Oh, but still! Threatened Depression into the Kharübdis Gorge, you were afraid to follow me among our inevitable transgressions! In the meantime, I have always called for you: If you chased and stranded the desert, lonely loneliness. If my body was reduced to boiled-cancer by bombarding rays, and if I screamed at night while seeing nightmares because you weren’t by my side to shake my boss with your swan hand!

And if you sometimes hit the ****** trombones of your temper, you know, I forgave them all! Just ask yourself the eternal, irrevocable question: Was your hurtful swear word right while you acted on the laws of your heart?

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