The formula of our language

      
     Underworld, obscene galaxy underworld catacombs; mazes without entrances! They did it themselves with disappointed prophetic votes! We drag the swearing with ourselves! We are constantly clinging to an extended presence! The fleeing Time is no longer pursued by anyone; a ghost death leap or somersault mortuary pirouette should be performed so that they can finally pay attention to ourselves! Is the loss survivable?
      
     Insidious nights lined up in a sleepless moonlight; a terrifying tick-tangle imitates somewhere in a circled clock! Vulnerable human wrecks like undulating leaves fall into the shadows of Nothing every day! “You could only feel like a yellow sponge deep in your chest when the beating heart was offended; fancy Celebs chattered about their sex life spread out in silly shows! Factory chimneys also became crows hanging upside down; it would also be good to demolish the brick piles arranged next to each other!
      
     One can hardly pay attention to the friendly voices that want to talk even in a tangled underworld noise; in the force field of lost vulnerability, everyone deforms into a weak coat-shadow! The tearful magic of your breathing eyes torn by fire! A whirlwind light swirling behind you! Guards' detached aura can barely be guarded by budding eye-stars! "They will commit your sins because they cannot bear them, even as the culture-sanctuary will be for ignorant judges and beasts, while the delivering Prophets will be strangled by insidious snakes!"