Your clattering heart stands like a tower clock; your heart beats like a bouquet of roses for others! You fade yourself into the tempting moment if you can’t take care of yourself anymore! In the morning, you sip the drunken sediment of ash-flavored coffees so you can safely return from the land of hibernators! You can’t even understand yourself: a sudden force is pulling inward, maybe it’s hardly communicable anymore!

You can still try to move from the chambers of forgetful yesterday to the overcrowded everyday! With a panting rush, you can hardly move yourself on the spiral trajectory that has been pushing you away from the funnel edge of the chasms designated for you, you are forced to look wolf-eyed away until you become more distant and more disbelieving!
 
Every lived pile of visions can break into you in heavy debris, your only thing could be to pick out the more valuable ones; everyday life can look like a silent puppet wrapped in a blanket! With the brush of your eyelash, you are constantly trying to imagine yourself in the other place: will your desire to create ******* remain hopeless ?!

The scooter of the Universe dances around you like a big bang, when only a radiantly exotic pair of eyes winkes at you; and you can easily lose confidence in yourself, because it is rare for beautiful Lady Angels to be honored at any time with their gaze! As a wordless, orphaned little boy, you stumble idle like swallowing a stick or making a bell; and if it came to you soundless as Light, through the praying words of someone's secret telepathies, the throbbing argument of your loyalty as a rustling source would still unite.

An intrusive suspicion lurks from within, watch no adventure! My handcuffing Being still tied to the detainee, escaping nothingness, the loss will unfold in a conscious euphoria, because I really wanted to believe in true promises that were proved again only in their lies! The unstoppable threat is already ubiquitous; red knife shards dazzled in the face of a scorching sunset!
Even the working Cosmos seems to revolve around itself merely for deliberately forgetting Man! The pedal of my line should be turned into turbo speed, and six while I have the strength and holy Will!
 
Something could have grabbed me and now I am missing it; voluntarily, I fall faster into the cavity-bottom of undermining pits, for I cannot know who can still hold my hesitant hand to pass through the fierce congregation of great, success-besieging great fish? And if there is even a Career Opportunity at all, the mercenaries of Blind Luck are immediately sawed apart by self-bribing five-minute famous s chopsticks! Most of the villains today are like a rubbed businessman, for whom the World is still a usable toy!
 
The running shadow of Silence would crash, and trembling centipede rat leeches would **** each other's blood, if it could be obtained eagerly! "A stern-hard hand waves at Executioner's bean," What the hell are you scribbling for? No use! My mother's redemptive voice, the hustle and bustle of horror, sways space after hard-judging words; many times every equation seems unsolvable!
How can I learn the recipe for survival, which I myself doubt many times?
 
Brain-softened gorilla brains, chirping-smiling, kissing little kittens, lift yourself up to the pillars of universal knowledge — and don’t be as dark-foolish as the midnight forest!
 
An intrusive suspicion lurks from within, watch no adventure! My handcuffing Being still tied to the detainee, escaping nothingness, the loss will unfold in a conscious euphoria, because I really wanted to believe in true promises that were proved again only in their lies! The unstoppable threat is already ubiquitous; red knife shards dazzled in the face of a scorching sunset!
Even the working Cosmos seems to revolve around itself merely for deliberately forgetting Man! The pedal of my line should be turned into turbo speed, and six while I have the strength and holy Will!
 
Something could have grabbed me and now I am missing it; voluntarily, I fall faster into the cavity-bottom of undermining pits, for I cannot know who can still hold my hesitant hand to pass through the fierce congregation of great, success-besieging great fish? And if there is even a Career Opportunity at all, the mercenaries of Blind Luck are immediately sawed apart by self-bribing five-minute famous s chopsticks! Most of the villains today are like a rubbed businessman, for whom the World is still a usable toy!
 
The running shadow of Silence would crash, and trembling centipede rat leeches would **** each other's blood, if it could be obtained eagerly! "A stern-hard hand waves at Executioner's

My Universe is shaken by falling stars! In a pitch-dark night, I would still hold the tearing sky with a will to urinate; pathetic son of Atlas among the more steadfast! The sickly-yellow Moon, like the mgposhadt apple, terrifies among skeletal trees and descends into the pool of blood of the fainted Sun at every whim! The sonnet wreath of single-serviced sun-scented smiles is further multiplied by the selfishness of Memory and pleasures that shines on the faces of mothers when they feel the jingling beats of the other precious, angelic existence!
 
The stars shining on the light carousel orbit in an X-ray; the sun is always on fire! "He who doesn't wait for an answer on the donkey ladder of Being even shrinks!" Every memory is a deceptive dream! The constantly renewing responsibility drives us into a drifting dizziness: the intention of improving people! Its freedom of abysses cannot be enough to soar to infinity in our Pegasus-cherishing human spirit!
 
As on the seabed, we seek our place among the true Beads in the expanding Universe until our swirling hearts can find peace! Another self of ourselves cries out to another depths! In the infinity inside, everyone can already imagine themselves; we should delve into ourselves to find the presence! We are curiously searching for beggar-beauties while learning the point in the bright smile of human-eye stars!
 
There are innumerable circles around your Heart Center in which the Heart of Being throbs; the fog of damped dazing stunts benevolently soothes and seems comforting! As a sore clump of meat, like in a forest, I suddenly fall into the murmuring memories of the wild om

Three-quarters past six! Im expelled from the redemptive eden of the dream, because the sobering, dawn robot must begin: mechanical action! Your visions will force you back into your half-hibernated waking dreams! Your clothes are patiently waiting to be pounded and chased into the pounding drum of your washing machine; your body is suddenly saturated with expired consciousness: The Sun began without you!
You would keep waiting for his word to see if you can still hear it, but the outside world is listening outside and hardly answering! In the universe of your skull, the Moon Stars are dizzy before morning coffee; deepening cavities for a smoother future! Wordlessly shade around you the shadows of your ruined possibilities, what couldn’t you grasp?
 
Many times you sniff yourself more because the insidious lie contained in the uttered sentence is unbearable; organists are raging more and more wildly, hyena-throated pathetic minute-blue people! He who has always persevered, trembled and feared would always like to hide! In the primeval forest of your blood vessels, the channels of throbbing blood streams would be reabsorbed! Your true wisdom is what you keep silent in yourself!
 
Your things, your overworked organs, are still tired and exhausted, until your metabolism calls for a natural thing! "Who has learned to recognize the moods of his selfish body so that he can no longer snuggle into lying words!" He's still listening to you Whole! The Calculating Parts are listening to you! Do you want to calm down in an even more predictable motion and you can't even know when the Light is shining on the petals of your wounded Soul?

We are looking for new celebrity Adam and Eve every day; no one doubts the guarantees of barely fame anymore and the jobs they get easily that are filled early! This way you can soon get into the top smiling idiot-trainers who sold themselves! They raise exemplary stunt cathedrals out of self-righteous swearing! You can see watercolor-petaled flowers in your beating heart while barely listening to the words of your redeeming love! Blood-red wounds dried senselessly on your forehead: your handshakes, if any, were immediately bribed and betrayed!
 
Every day he already encounters himself with the fire of those who would most like to hide from gaze; life offers its bribed, lying cedar dreams and it matters whether they have ever been loved for themselves! Outside, our self-possessed Narcissus obsessives pull themselves to a gallows every day when they answer valuable questions in the dark, even at night! Being seems like a single, crazy illusion! Needle and thread will sew your cross-dress even on yourself and your skin! Between your lips, your outspoken tongue is still swaying into the bloodthirsty belfry!
 
You are still playing chess with yourself with sets of risks of dubious value: “Where can I go if my longing soul cannot yet be called by wise advice ?! "You can only be on balance with someone who cares for you if you're ready to break out of your stubborn wanderings!" And even every fifth minute of your serious, encrypted privacy can be boldly trampled on the wavelengths of your electronics, you are an emigrant of Cyber societies

… Because in every movement you live, there is a Memorial model! You wave at him, saying you can easily forget! Time-Space is just a small part of yourself! It is as if the traitor is already deliberately shrinking himself! You can die in your iris life if you can't trust anyone with a vow of allegiance, and history will dissect all your petty deeds with a pin! What you may have done and imagined to be bitter is all motionless: a chapel can only open to exceptional People in your heart! And it can be opened daily by Someone who will lift it!
 
A thick crust has become your matter of sorrow; like incense! Invisible judgments have raised an eternal word against you, your silence on the deliberate solid wall and your deeds will be excused! Will everything remain as it was abandoned ?! I wish a reconciled side by side could always surround us so that we can no longer betray ourselves! Spread out from the comfort of reflected cramps! - The shining star-flowers of the night are allowed to be seen; the last cry of those kneeling before the killer minute may follow, like the conspirator!
 
Facts purgatory! The end cannot simply be the End! Conscious completion cannot even be measured by mortality! The ever-disappointing, trembling Hope can hardly gather in spirit!

Our fallen footsteps are hesitant! He is always behind us and can hardly find the eternal no-arrival! Judgment also sounds honest in your language, because whoever could learn to walk once will break his leg with insidious intent! The fall of knocking True Beads nails to the landscape while the pitfalls pull towards the depths of spiral swirls!
Invisible scratches hurt my budding, exploring eyes: invisible veins of fidelity! Bruising in the incised sinus! The moon's eyes are also a flashing yellow ulcer!
 
Brutally tearing proud, poisonous precious artificial nails on this earthly night from butterflies to a swinging fairy! In a single spasm, the body trembles naturally! "That's how our unfolded lives bleed by punching ourselves!" Our feet hesitate to stand on the truthful pieces of our broken ****** stumps! We should still reach the worlds of Atlantis that are immersed in ourselves on the backs of tamable waves! In our souls, hissing to himself, an angry sower stands clean, alone! He deeply condemns the superficial indifference of today's world, the fame of being famous for five minutes!
 
Our instincts will be overwhelmed as soon as possible! With his argument, Death is slowly felt; from the deserted body of our lovers, the hope of a new Life can hardly be born

Every movement you find is already lying! Most words of Faithfulness are shattered back to self-betraying souls! And you don't even have to think about the heart with the music of the beats - when everything is spitting in your face! The formula for eternal distancing is built in the soul, but at least it controls! Only the lost Man cannot get rid of the determined stubbornness of goals! It guards me vulnerable like blindness to some disembodied stubborn duplicity! When you think your juice-tormenting problems aren’t present maybe just the most contagious!
 
Dark rooms with deep sounds words recurring distances! Many times volunteer career has been articulated! Confidence-lost simlis sniffers bathe in thin back-face styles while you get crowded, bark, fall! In yourself, you may be doomed if you know about yourself; it can turn everything back in you! No more movement can be left of you! The clocks are slowly turning to betrayal: the arranged, finite counters of your mortality - because you have to keep the **** earth-named bullet: the traveling planetary continent in motion!
 
You will be wounded by the Light around you, no matter how you travel: in the depths of sparkling True Pearl gazes, offended tears shine like diamonds! Harmony is a good little scanner! It requires constant balancing! Everything can hardly be forgiven: only a few, if they possess it, have the ability to give up!

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!

I need transitions and stagnation, even if the "you're afraid!" Can make you more tormented every day. It’s as if something weird is happening to me in a call for challenges: an instinct duel is then taking place as a dance of tingling molecules in self-exclusion! From the Time we always leave in a row behind us, a consecrated moment of Being emerges: the lasting fullness of fragments! Maybe then if I downplay myself as a breaker petting me, I might get what I missed in my pathetic life; celebrating my lies will only come to life then really really!
 
My constantly dreaded, strained nerves dipped in gunpowder would escape exploding sparks: as if chewing and crusting inside at once: Pain or a tolerated stigma wound! - There is a deliberate death jump in brain-washed brain cells in this Age; a self-proclaimed, meaningless daredevil five-minute-man-made Babel chaos! My eyes seeing everything, two eternally teary islands of mist! I am horrified by the ceaseless departure of human promises, the thought of exclusion! I would still cling to the handcuffs of friendships with my head raised!
 
I'm finding it harder and harder to put up with the good shape! These many false, given Word-traps, like a rope into which I hold my foolishly palisated head like a loop! When the haunting moonlight of deceptive crowded evenings hisses, I still feel: Valuable Nothing