These days they try to disguise their idiot ideas by dressing them in a free costume from the online thesaurus.

Ice-skinned killer-counting strategist practices, cheap perfumes stink of stinky candlelit dinners. - I have long understood: I can't win here! It is a living power outlet of the indomitable, pessimistic existence; I stretched the diodes of my brain all the way to my mind while the fever continued to shake like a lava lava flash in the thunderous volcanic eruption.

Still, what little playful practices of deceitful, calculating passions, emotions does life give you so that it can still hurt even after transparent pain and endured tragedies? Even more, the provable insecurity hurts ever more, for the most terrible thing is the Faith Breach: the secret covenant vow that is bound in the depths of a bursting heart.

Nowadays, man is turning his selfish, stubborn insides, like a shadow jacket, into a world of superficial exibition. He wouldn't understand anything about formless, treacherous romantic confessions, either because he lacks his greasy income or the promising chain of his credit cards. "Dads who have been banned from families for a long time, and their prodigal golden sons, stumble upon each other.

In a semi-digested world market, only those who have been able to party early can take prime. - The transgression of the living and the dead is punished by the fate of the living. The sphere of pain roaring with fires and sea bells can always break if you hear the truth in the vulnerable walls of the soul. - With tears, I spark into the proud sky of the seemingly flawless Horizons.

Because the jungle-treacherous world is about to leave itself, and the false witnesses, the Prophets of Tartuffe, tend to continue their creation. Instead of the enlightened music of the intellect, the foolish idiots, the poison idiots who take on new human forms, create a postmodern, partisan trend. Cries on its own, protests written-unwritten silence for divergent states!