intoxication [Theme] Page 1

Unther was in that stage of intoxication when you love everyone around you and take offense, not feeling the proper reciprocity.

People are becoming more soulless and barren, and yet they were born beautiful; servility grows, and with it the coarseness of morals, intoxication with the blessings of life, and with it anxiety ...

Everyone in the espada controls the cause of death.
And they are 10 reasons that lead to death, all this is expressed in our actions, abilities in the very sense of our existence.
1. Loneliness. 2. Vanity. 3. Despair. 4. Destruction.5. Intoxication. 6. Mad. 7. Greed. 8. Rage. Tia Harribel represents the cause of death known as the Victim.

There are, however, evil drunkards: these are people who are bad by nature. A bad person becomes disgusting from wine, while a good person becomes excellent.

And suddenly intoxication and turbidity ... I am in the center of the World, I hear the whistle of white waves around me, as if from a blow with a whip. I can’t think at all. And I can’t resist.

Gianni sculpted fantastically fast. Everything in his yard was pampering. He always had a dozen orders plus everything he sculpted for himself. The ecstasy of St. Catherine, for example. He played with materials - wood, bronze, marble, granite. He made metal look like stone, stone, like wood, turned wood into bronze, but so too - dabbled. He always sculpted in full growth.
St. Catherine was circling with him. The Church always puts its saints static, and his marble of her robes spilled, scattered evening dress - the luxury of fabrics. From under the dress of St. Catherine curls were knocked out and curled on the cheeks, on the lips open, the perfect shape of the lips, wrapped tears - marble, but so real that you believed - they are transparent, salty and hot. Tears wet her lips, her eyes closed, her eyelids light like the wings of a bat. Like the wings of a bat - trembling, you believed - tremble eyelids at St. Catherine in ecstasy. And the whole figure of heavy marble was weightless - about to take off. Dance through the air.
Gianni sculpted Katerina from the Stasi. But I saw the Stasi so magnificent only once - in Italy on a rock. Stasi in a heavy robe after an evening swim with a towel on his hair, Stasi champagne hit the heart, we are sixteen, twilight stuck to us purple cotton candy. The Stasi, kissed, summer, swirled to herbert's songs - in pain, rage, happiness. In the pain of the horror of realizing that maybe she would never pull such openness again, she would never feel so good. Furious that childhood is gone, that Herbert and I competed for a transparent girl, but now she can't keep up with us. And she'll never keep up. In rage, pain, that these are the last rays of the sun, when it is the center for us. In happiness - and how without happiness on the rocks of Italy, when you cause a slight intoxication in the lord and the brightest of his warriors? As without happiness?

And you know, you're drunk, but it's very good for you.

I felt the gentle illumination of the first hop warming the blood, which I loved because in its light everything uncertain, unknown seems like a mysterious adventure.

When a man is drunk when he tells the truth.

They began to thump even more - now not from grief, but from joy, Russian is somehow different...

Intellectual, refined educated man, and on a whim, he hasn't read anything. Intuition, you know, intuition! And drunk a whim - it's all erudition is enormous!

Hover broom needs and Vice,
And consciousness habitually becomes cancer
Thoughts come to karaoke format
In the list of repertoire vodka with mincemeat.
Russian chanson and Gypsy haiku
Will semesterid Buryat ensemble jazz.
I'll stand near shecky side
So as not to fall under the distribution of ecstasy.

- We will! Well, we both love the booze, it's a plus sign. The common fad, to the bottom.
And, eye contact is important. Only good wine.
- Do we know each other, Sheriff. Remember me?
- Like no.
- You arrested me because I was pissing in a mailbox.

It always happens when you sympathize with a drunk. Sure to offend.