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The winter sun, the sense of the cold season!
Heavy snowfall was closing the window of my car.
Tire sounds echo in the tracks of the road.
Confidence sound effect.
The noses of the traffic cops on the highway were in shades of pink.
The view from the hotel's window was the thrall rise of another hotel.
Because the woman who looked at me with black tears that I saw in my dream at night lived with cruel ends..
Her father!
He was the older brother of the Gorilla during the difficult season.
The intense sound of cutlery in the breakfast at the cafe made me happy.
The prostitutes I met were unpleasant.
Oxygen was suffocating Moscow with the muffled smell of exhaust.
We went to the restaurant with the prostitute.
Russian national brothers showed the tiredness of the evening with the fight.
The cathedral was so hot, it was the sound of the children in the divinity choir that warmed the inside.
Christmas asked me to come.
My hotel room was very hot.
I dreamed of sipping by drinking cold water.
I opened my door with the joy of the voices at my door.
Hotel's housekeeper!
It was the smell of boiling water in my stomach from my dry throat.
Moscow..
I couldn't forget the fascinating taste of the dishes!
Now distant images of war..
Moscow..
Political news showcases missiles flying to their brutal ends!
Moscow..
I didn't forget the traffic police's brother rhetoric.
Pink noses waiting under heavy snowfall.
Moscow..
Your brothers were injured and died.
Moscow..
I walked up the hill in the shadow of the Kremlin palace.
The excitement of Christmas followed the breathing trails of happy people around.
Moscow..
Your brothers are crying.
Moscow..
New sounds and new cries are echoed by warplanes.
Don't forget the woman whose nationality we touched in her nearby lands!
Moscow..
Let her grace soften your anger.
Moscow..

Johannes Çiçek

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The reality I have gave for space

The reality I have gave for space


For the reality of the presence of being.
By the formation of the substance and elements.
Those who are not in space;sand,stone parts,duststones.
Stones intensified for the asset.



The structures of flexible stones.
For infinity of the wealthy area in space.
I sent the pieces in my study to space like missile.
Completion of the universe is fully with substances that complement the reality of man.

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Vitamins

Vitamins 

With the values we get from fruits,vegetables and dried foods..
Strengthening the layers in our body.
And the layer value of vitamins.
For things that may cause disease..


Melting resistance in body layers.
Under the influence of vitamins.
Liquid softness of solid vitamins melting in layers. 
The fluid flowing into our skin is important depending on its compatibility with the skin.

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My comic book world and cartoon characters

My comic book world and cartoon characters

I created a new world with comics.
Cartoons were playing with people who magically came to life.
The characters are strong for those who commit sin and triumph over death.
The most used chemical in one of the world fragments on the planet Infinity was soil.


All of them were lost and little was sufficient because they were used so much.
I strengthened them and crafted the value measurements designed into the spell requirements.
Rules were like mysteries that glorified management.
I finalized them all and transferred new human images.


They were newly created cartoon characters with old images.
The world of the comic book magazine I wrote for was special.
I ended all of them in new death games with the old image cartoon characters I created.
I left my comic book world after completing and running it with high success.

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Space

Space

With the shining sparks of the endless darkness.
Space is reflected with the effect of explosion sounds in space.
The trails behind the waning power of the stars are slipping.
We taste the seasonless life of cold planets.
Despair is rattling in meteor showers.
Infinite love in large and small sizes.

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Space relevance

Fuel fluidity in space is oxidized in oils through vortex hoses.
Tornadoes may be node of fluid oil formed through wormholes to other locations.
Our shattered and crushed mechanism disappears only a few kilometers away or within the current.
It's not annihilation and teleportation and it raises the temperature but only if you're very close to it, usually space is too cold.

However, the radiation fragments handled can burn with its heat to those who get too close.
It affects supernovae because stone streams, meteors, are pieces that carry radiation leaks, and rocks are exploding gases.
Leaving radiation leaking materials was intended for propulsion and traction.
We wanted life in space, but do other planets need everything?

Just spirit,yes spirit.
But the laws of the soul are a short-term death coffin for space.
Everything needs to be created with the soul.
The world is enough for everything, but the general understanding postpones it as much as possible for general life and its new values.

We create everything with water and water.
Sculpting and productive power in stone, dust and soil gases..
We took the air from the water and created layers with stones, dust and soil.
To see better, enlarge and reduce and zoom in and out as you create.

Do we see space well?
However, She provides the images and shares the body so that God's sovereign power can be seen.
Creating food Nutrients have not yet been created on other planets.
There is no life in space.

The temporarily created human being is the messiah with her new species, but she is an alien.
That alien takes advantage of deaths by reducing the world's population in order to appear and live.
The degeneracy was beyond the visual storm.
The uncontrolled actions of the creatures were largely responsible for the collapse of the world, as was the erosion of the soil.

Similar relationships Jesus and life alien and need.
The body and the body's blood and flesh.
Her life with the loss of her lineage and believer.
Birth and death.

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Bitter Wind - Page 3

Mary; After entering the room, the sounds that continue to cry on the phone are heard from three doors in Joseph's room. Joseph; He knew it was downstairs and after a few days, he agreed to prevent two different dimensions for the twins in the clock mechanism and progressed with fear and quiet slow thoughts to live in the new years of the light history.
They were waiting the polar effects of the twins and were working with Joseph on the same task with his brother on the middle floor.
Joseph comes out of the room and walks towards the room on the right side of the door and knocks on the door of Mary.

Mary; Looks in the mirror in the room and falls on the ground when he wiped his eyes.
And the sound falling on the ground echoed.
Joseph; He breaks the door with shoulder blows and falls into the room.
When he removes Mary from the floor and left over the bed, Mary opens his eyes.

Mary; In mixed and pain, Joseph was looking at the finger and tone tired ring. Joseph; At a time the poem begins reading.
Your lost love says it can be found on their own fixed time by moving.
Love, lost my time?

I want to get the feeling of a woman's most painful moment of words with the life mechanism in the war.
I'm drifting in the new seconds of the clock to find the woman, with the craze of the ship.
He loved the smell of milk with cow sounds in your heart.
Her mother always tells.

Love finds you.
I am a sailor soldier and I will get the milk of the cows in the harbor.
Mary; Oh my God.
Joseph; You're good?

Mary; I'm sorry and my head is turning. Joseph; He is taking a sedative needle from the help box.
And shortly after making the needle to the butt begins to sleep.
Joseph is looking at their identity and photos.

It starts reading the letter between her husband and their girlfriends photos.
Letter; Dear Mary In the Ukrainian war, we are planning to migrate to North America when bad results spread rapidly.
After three years, I made a new marriage and after you get married to my cousin, I'm writing my last letter to you.
Happy dreams to you in San Francisco.

Mary; He is opening his eyes and begins to talk.
In Ukraine, the mountain man in the village of handicrafts and the tree master and the name Victor is married to him, says that he has escaped from home three years ago.
He left the house, took the ring be- longing to her husband and today was walking in the hallway, he told the ring that has thrown the ring on the ground. And she looked at the face, it was as if it was a change in the face but the ring was attached on the finger and their clothes were the same.

Joseph; Thinks of that; He thinks there is an orthodox attack trying to disturb the clock mechanism.
Already Mary is displaced with the twin while sleeping.
He says he is grown as an orphan child and then joins the army and has never been married.
While the orphan household is doing their tasks, he is talking about a French woman he met at the old visit.

Continuous Oh God was in the sense of words!
Kushkush Shyma Mua! (Oh my God)
It was a bit crazy to say like it is meaningful in France and said it was a woman that makes farts.
He says he left a home heritage in Paris and it will be moved to Paris on the new year.

He said he wanted to be Catholic and the priest, so he plans the university in Paris but he loved Mary.
Mary; She is planning to marry by planning not to notice their lives for agent and twins.
He wants to win the victory it has developed!
I want to marry you.
And last.

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Materialism

Materialism

We can get colors by working with one color.
To open its tones by processing it as much as we can.
Studying the plastic structure of matter.
Processing of a thin and long substance that resembles chewing gum before the eye.


Receiving the light from one day to the next.
Applying thoroughly with the light we receive.
It hits like a burning pain and its light floats.
Applying the desired shades of colors.


People who choose to have it practiced with other people suffer more.
How matter is seen and the methods of the people who find it vary.
The person who wants to spread the pain may want to make you feel it all over your body.
Processing colors by changing them is measured by pain.


Welding sparks from the iron worker are flying.
Steel shining hard material.
Wood combines many things.
He covers it with his fabric.


Processing the mobility of everything reduces the anxiety of existence.
The processes of matter and human existence settle in the world.
It is separated according to colors,pieces, weight and length.
It becomes infinite by the execution of our desires.

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Angel Lucifer

Angel Lucifer

With the soul while leaving the sion.
When you communicate with time!
It is going through our lives.
The wind blowing with blood color.

Given to the ground with the flow time.
The shaken posts fell.
Rising with ages from their eyes.
Rising words infinity light.

Distributes their falling ashes under light.
Darkness has a treasure on the dawn.
The rooster of the victory is heard if it is uttered.
Knits with roaring cross ties ..