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Promised lips saved letters,
Spaced flowers
Deep and sharp
Light and dark.
We lifted into the air and the sun,
And the time is ripe and all of a sudden cracked.
Kisses from the words, we broke the silence.
But the water had a thirst that could not be drunk
So long drop at the edge of the morning grass.

Innumerable of those individuals who wish semitransparency and would like to find her in the Church. But alas, "the hungry flock looks up and unfed". They take part in rites, they listen to sermons, they repeat prayers; but their thirst remains unquenched. Frustrated, they turn to the bottle. At least for a while it somehow works. The Church can still be visited; but it is nothing more than the Musical Bank of Butler's "Egdon". God can still admit; but He is God only on the verbal level, only in strictly pikviksky sense. A valid object of worship is the bottle and the sole religious experience is that state unchecked and belligerent euphoria which follows the consumption of the third cocktail.

But here is what keep in mind this is only the beginning of those troubles that'll bring palm wine. This thirst eventually kills the person.

When there is thirst for battle, will find the kings,
They make hats with silver branches;
But everyone who fell, arose, and who is killed, resurrected;
How good on earth do not know of the wonders:
Not that would have thrown the farmer, a shovel over the hill -
And neither plow, nor sow, could not since then.

Not always what you crave for will be able to quench your thirst!

You're too trusting, Jimmy. From the beginning you were so pathetic and naive... Poor little Jimmy, all alone in big, scary Bulverde. Pursued by Russell and his thugs, desperately in need of assistance. So sad, so hopeless, you just need a friend. Any other. You were so easy to manipulate, Jimmy. When we were friends, everything was so clear. You had a thirst for power, but you're not smart enough to hold her. To use you as a pawn was so wonderful! Let Jimmy have fun. Let him play his childish games with Ernst, Ted, Derby, johnny and Edgar, you just have to wait for the right moment to come and get all. It was like building dominoes. It all came together so perfectly. While you waste time on whores like Lola, I'm in the hostel had it all planned. While you were chasing on the bikes when the ledge at the carnival as a child, my plan was nearing completion... Sorry, Jimmy? Your life is destroyed, after your expulsion, you have nowhere to go.

There is nothing lethal, except for life. And any thirst - the thing itself is dangerous.

The engineers of heaven and two passions rule the world - the lust of the disappearance and a thirst for immortality.

Absurd - this wine intellectuals. The stronger the thirst for clarity, the more it seems absurd.

I like people of their unquenchable thirst for being... not like that sometimes... more often than you might think... it just becomes an unquenchable thirst. And this thirst devours the man, leaving nothing behind.

It is always so. When thirsty, so it seems that a sea drink, and when you become thirsty, so one Cup of drink and do not want, because people are naturally greedy...

In hopeless situations, the body wants to live, losing consciousness to the unconscious.

It's amazing how the water fills you with energy when you are experiencing unbearable thirst.

The lunar light is our true essence. We are not alive, so cannot die, but neither are we dead. Eternal agony - I suffer from thirst and unable to quench it. Dying of hunger and cannot die. I don't feel anything - no wind, no sea spray in your face, no sun, no warmth of the female body.