TRANSPARENCY LENGTHS AND DEGREES
The broken glass of days gone by blooms on the branches of my pale ivy face; A mournful sadness combined with the ringing of bells settled on my heart like a feeling of spleen, and in some places it is squeezed by a condition close to a heart attack, and the ambulances are almost certainly thirty minutes late. Now I still have to look at the connections of my petty, Alamusi affairs from the inside; I wonder who betrayed whom? And who was the first to utter the sky-splitting sentence above my flabby head?!
I will be suspicious, cowardly and arrogant now, if I find that I have no chance, no opportunity, the permanent pain trembles between my teeth, like a creaking old door, because only I can know what is truly left of my childhood. Even during the day, my soul bleeds a lot from a lost, stray dream, I waded through a treasure rainbow that became a swamp every day with a child's head, and I never found out why it was useless?!
- Like the discard...
NERVE WRECK-VISION
I never considered myself more or different, I did not lick the hands of Stroman citizens; my work - if it was - dishonorable, servile, pitiful humility - never be considered just a simplified loser-stupid. Always somewhere, honestly, like an aged Aggastyán animal; whether they keep it well, or whether they just lose their skin. I have now experienced the judgments of my uncertain Fate. He disciplined my rules of the game - not many - but only with my words if they were followed and respected.
In this urgent, nerve-wrecking existence, I got only crumbs. It's true, I've never asked for more, at most only Humanity, not always. I grew up in the big world with open stigma wounds. To inherit at most only physical problems and pains, if I inherited them; I never had any friends, so to speak, among the base camp. The massive shell of my soul is still holding on, like the chitin-armor, in the pearl-nights the complaints and melodies of my prodigal h...
HUMAN SMELL DIMENSION
In the dim light of Gone Times, the light, yet simplified fragment of memory would still shoot back and forth; all the hackneyed or superficial moments that we could have ever believed to be so on purpose, or that we just squandered with feigned trust, can seem refined. Now still superstitious, like a heat wave heart, the drunken Summer is scorching and burning above our heads; Dear, expensive stilettos are clattering on the cobblestone pavement, and there is not a single romantic chap near or far who will lead you to the other side of the street.
It would have been so good if frail Man had learned again how to raise a priceless silver star from the dust. Leha, instead of frivolous kisses, it is better to call the immortal instincts of the Universe. - Even now, the rock-solid fever of distances restlessly squirms and stomps in my sick heart: I wonder if I can still see the wild, capacious ocean, where schools of dolphins swim and kindly greet people, sayin...
UP THE HILL
Up the hill
Every effort Climb
Total endurance
Confidence in assurance
The Climb being its own encouragement
Desire through strength
Fire of determination
The Climb, the Climb
The look from ground to look up top
The Climb, the Climb
The movement
The aim
The reach
Success top
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DEVIL’S REALM
Fire Act
Flames of conviction
A trick
Didn’t stick
Stuck behind the trap door
A Soul Soar
Where there is a way, there is also a getaway
No Burn
Hot, but no urn
The Devil wanted one to be trapped
One escaped
No fire for one
Devil’s loss desire
Spiritual strong
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Doubtful deliberate obscurities
Now, anyone who sees dimly or is just trendy blind and has neither acquaintances nor partners can accompany him to the other side, if necessary and necessary, where mazes of insidious heartbeats lurk and bald-headed skeanhead gangs run amok, and you don't know when the universal era of free robberies will end. , while grunting Harley Davidsons purr like big cats with asphalt-shredding trample wheels.
Now, those who look vaguely or who only deliberately indulge in trendy fads do not see their life and path for what it is. You no longer see the selfless, helpful intention, nor the sense of belonging on the street or elsewhere. Neither empathy-tolerance nor the golden rule of basic friendships have been internalized.
Everything is sneakily or sneakily slick and risky. With each passing day, tomorrow becomes more malleable in a tepid future crowded with uncertain promises. Now, anyone who sees or watches brainwashed propaganda just scr...
BELIEVE THEY ARE STILL FAILING
As a seeming memory, I imagine the full spell of our Loves of the Universe that can be experienced on romantic beaches. I look at the sea from a distance, where together we forgot our lively, talkative footprints. It's as if I'm stumbling into restless paths, where I only yearn for the Separate Peace, avoiding the aching blind luck of any agreement that has already begun. Now it's as if all Humans deliberately carry bad luck on their prodigal shoulders like a Sisyphus burden;
During their unknown, Apocryphal lives, perhaps no one could have remained who could have known and known who they were in their fully human nature - it would be so good to search for guaranteed life-beds with stubborn determination, until only from the initial source can one reach the final goals. - There are now more and more of the brood of the bológato herd, who giggle and guffaw, and the bigger or more sacrilegious a sensation is, the more they will be in their...
THINGS THAT CAN BE PERCEIVED FROM THE OUTSIDE
Where are we headed in this loud, intentional decline, in which straw man landlords who are ready to puff themselves up from houses of cards standing on duck legs are throwing intended dreamlike words to the good people?! Because it is not possible that, having created little kings voluntarily and humbly and humbly, you have to serve them slyly, slyly, and sycophants.
Even the tired, complacent romanticism has become deadly boring, according to which: a world-beautiful, exotic beauty queen is unable to interpret and evaluate a love poem intended for her, and instead, a chubby, lip-smacking fish just burps: "Screw the Lové, little friend!" - Easily we bury forgettable desires, goals, and dreams in our own attractive graves, because we know exactly and well now: murderously brutal-selfish manipulation, interest, and ruthless relationships dictate the trend here, like jerks dressed in fashion-created suits.
Supermodels also delibera...
JOKER’S WILD
Laughter for Evil
Surprises upon surprises
A smile with a plan
Sinister demand
What to expect
Evil revenge
Lies through the smile
No trustworthy
Honesty questioned
Wonders of the Joker’s box
Joker’s card foolery
Like it or not
Win or lose
Being confused
No heart of golf
You have been told
Joker’s wild
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Returning me-time
I can't intentionally alienate myself yet! My doubled person is protected and guarded by good and bad, Jing-Yang, Alpha and Omega. One would be a hysterical, defenseless child, the other a shipwrecked, embittered loser-man.
A wolf and an Alamusi worm fall on each other every day. Many times, I am deeply saddened by his helplessly stomping frenzy of this outside world. I have more and more legitimate reasons for real fears - I can tell! Time - like Life and Death - follows you everywhere.
Behind sin and infectious filth, they regularly make fun of it, sweep the more delicate or taboo things under the carpet! It would often be a simpler, easier solution to ask for the help of psychics, who can accurately sense the One-truths of the disturbing One-soul even without unnecessary words!
And it wouldn't be necessary for them to finally see who I really am in every new acquaintance situation, in unexpectedly intense confusion...