NGATIVE CROSSWALK

 
Only the crying silence exists in this great anechoic darkness that surrounded us. Severe, tied spiral block combined with paprikajancsi cries. The often unbearable, whining bark of silver-throated, whining dogs lies on the person's worn soul in such a way that it almost blows them to death! As the calling, flickering light bisects the split tree branch in two, it also detaches from Janusz faces, if there are those who are a mixture of eye-catching seductions.

Stuttering stupid child, everything is brainwashed or servile stupid! The unprepared, bad student reporter asks questions that were deliberately dumbed down in the interviews, because he is legitimately afraid to ask, knowing: if he is not careful, he is playing with his simple job! Jobs and career opportunities are nothing more than a series of chance dice games and relenting cane runs, where only those who cheat, lie or go easy with the rest of the Alamus spicli win!

As deceivable, naive prisoners of our emotions, we chase masts to no avail, because it may seem impossible to understand how and how the famous Celeb faces can prevail?! Shipwrecked souls also drift with unquenchable suicide obsession, nailed to grave solitude, because there is no one left to protect and embrace them. Nervously and alarmed, stress-tense, like most vile predatory moles, they are forced to tolerate the appearance of Existence in blinded obscurity sediments!

Missed opportunities, like deliberately drowned end creatures, return again and again in our eerily, self-deprecatingly bittersweet dreams. A fading reverberation treacherously oozes from the walled-up walls, where our walled-up, stray memories rest; day by day the tolerated soul forces itself to stumble back in us until it wakes up in the shadow of tomorrow!