In the furrows of the foreheads, unexpected problems and troubles are now settled; The hopes that were believed to be missed would still be so good to get back from the whirlwind of the sea. The dark rags of the overwhelmed nights, like the tangled amber, unexpectedly wrap the body and soul's complex instinct molecules, which are absorbed and can be integrated into the cells of the cells.

In the midst of increasingly difficult overtime on weekdays, they ventilate their tasteful, swearing sieves from motorists when they are late or are sitting in the rush of traffic jams.

In our world -wide anxiety, why can we feel that everything and everyone is for sale, bribed, or just emotions swap and falsify at the same time?! Human-wreckage offspring, even inverted roots, sprinkled or even scapied from wet drained lands-there is no new blood vessel length, in which man himself can only be transit.

Nowadays, it is not good to be a lot of slit, after all, puzzles guarding secrets can be ashamed of the universe or love-believing love with enigma-level Morse signs; Why do you have to drag on a rope like the vulnerable stray souls with the delicious diva ladies, consuming angels?! Soaked eyelashes are dripping like dark, tattooed ditches, while confetti-racks sprinkle a small bargain.

Between artistically composed gorgo heads and centaurs, they can look less and less in the way of humans; It is unbearable, not-deserved, useless, superficial applause for the ugly, fornica!