Strange philoshopy

     
    You can measure yourself to southern star stars, octopus hairy amoebas - You were created as a human, so use your head consciously and think! The iris of your existence feels back and always returns to its corpse, and because you always know: As a sore tumor, your consciousness grows in you so that you can leave memory traces behind you! Who else can perish with you if you suddenly go and get over there - if at all - what kind of otherworldly damn non-existence ?! "Your orphanage, too — may have become more conscious, in which you cherished the Hailing Hope as the eternal treasure of Hope, and as a hanged Man on a rotting tree branch — even with a confident face on the handshakes of Sensitive Gaze!"
     
    You can know that even without you, Being will gradually steal your gift-graces, and yet in your heart there is an unconditional, proud shard of a mysterious smile breathing for you and a small wall of the sorrowful moon! "The Mercenaries have long been alienated from you, who could only take care of themselves!" On your sad, constantly squeezed face, the terrifying Moonlight still fingers with its tentacles, and in the depths of the well-pit of your soul, the dreaded fear still builds its crystal towers! In the cup of your face - if you want to - rosy dawns are hardly blushing and your cherished dreams are popping up! - You feel in your heart, in love, the greedy mole is chewing more and more zealously; deep, crusted Time can only mature slowly! - The curious, exploratory child is hiding in you like a shadow, only to be always open to peoples.