excesses [Theme]

All excesses are brothers.

Forty times around the leg, through the neck into boots.

Too much worse than nothing at all.

We were all drunk, and we always drank too much, as if we had to. A cult of excesses. Alcohol and drugs, sex and love, pride and envy and revenge. No measure.

While convenient and inconvenient
I eat and edible and inedible.
I ate the sow and svinopapka
And even his fur hat.
Your leather coat and your shoes,
My grandma's gramophone.
Now my stomach sounds something like this:
"Heart, you do not want peace".
Lai-La-La-La!

Pessaries Skopas, when he asked some redundant and useless thing out of his house furniture, said, "But it makes us happy it is unnecessary, not that all necessary."

Every excess becomes a Vice.

Excesses are always dangerous.

Sometimes a taste of Rome is like the spiritual gluttony, the gluttony, leading to satiety. In fact it is worse than usual gluttony: there are finished with stomach poisoning, there is a poisoning of all existence.

Excesses destroyed the Roman Empire. Here, for example, air conditioners. For air conditioning the Windows were closed; no one heard the approaching barbarians.

How we dare to eat in such quantities, when others are starving, and to pretend that it does not concern us? Of course, we can pretend to know nothing, than we do. We pretend that the problem does not exist. Or we pretend that there is no solution that is often wrongly claiming that the money goes into the pockets of corrupt officials. Or that money's only worsen the situation. And anyone of us trying to figure out how things really are? No, because we are comfortable to live in illusions, yet we buy jeeps and fifth or sixth TV in our house with seven bedrooms, although we only have two children.

These rolls are then in your parts go.