the rapture [Theme] Page 2

I admire people who put duty and honor above all else. The only culture that does not allow us to kill each other.

Just let it be a good story. Because it was a good story. The best. A daft old man who stole a magic box and flew away. I said I stole it? No, I borrowed it. Was going to return back. Oh, that box, Amy. She'll be the dream. Won't ever leave you. Big, and small. Brand new and ancient. And very, very blue. The blue.

In bed you're an angel. Although, maybe you're the Antichrist.

Nya - nya - nya!... The box-Kaa-Arnaud!

"There's nothing to it" and "stick to your last",
Shown of all romance their life spans.
The charm of novelty or adoring the past,
No more among the also rans.
It spread like wildfire in a day,
"And there'll be crash-land" so they say.
Well proven patterns
So it must be vertigo
But we will give them quite a show.




"Nothing difficult", "stick to his last",*
Their life is permeated with romance.
The charm of novelty or admiration of the past,
Among them there are no losers anymore.
The news spread like wild fire in a day
"They're gonna crash" - say all of them.
All checked carefully,
So it must be dizzy,
We'll have a show for them.


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No man will not want to have a wife that does not admire other men. But every man wants his wife has not received one another.

When admiration turns to contempt, time to leave.

Jealousy always begins with the rapture. Developing in a positive direction, she turns to love, and to be negative in envy.

Able to admire - envy is not knowledge.

To admire is not to love.

- Skye, I like you. I want to be friends with you.
Why?
- Because... you're scaring me. And delight. And when you're not here, I miss you.
- Skye, I d... I do! I want to be your friend.
- Why?
- Because... you terrify me and excite me... you and when you're not around... I miss you.

I was looking for long beautiful words...
But no-
Remain in silence...

Probably some female admiration for a man's life loses paint.

Flattering whispers followed her all the way, and even those who knew her, bowing before her; as always, calm and contemptuously closed, she took this enthusiasm for granted.