Confection-life

      
     Through the many multidisciplinary glasses of Time, I wear the footprints of cowardly, intentional runs, old wounds! In the silent darkness of my blood-branched eyes he still sees and gropes palpable spots, like one who has wolf blindness; the seductive romance of balsamic sunsets first fades and then burns into my soul degraded to shipwreck! Every beautiful compliment and fashionable bouquet has become a commonplace! Paid guides explain where they can get their feet better on logic study trails!
      
     It’s already going on a sleekmet vomit from the dazzling house of the many sizzling swear-and-talk screens! It’s as if brainwashed, culture-aborted beasts crave oxen from simple sentences longing for the word magic of cathedrals, while they can’t really understand simple magic words either! The gimmicks of kicked, dust-stricken kitty lives sink under puffy celeb people because of the damn things! In tortuous brains, the creative ingenuity lurking in the chain rings, as you know there can be no way to break out!
      
     Pieces of ready-made, superficial dream-lives will fly apart if they do not listen to the Word of Humanity: the etiquette rules of good manners and chivalry are forced into a selective waste collection; Who else can find Treasures from the endangered contemporary, dying Anonymous cultures as the ruins of the sinking Atlantis ?! What kind of eye-catching publishers? "It should be seen beneath the surface with cosmic horoscope eyes, in the depths of vulnerable souls, and all that could once be valuable could remain in the migratory wills of migratory birds!"