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In a fancy bottle, multicolored – from transparent to dark blue, green, golden. An intoxicating and alluring scent is its main weapon. It is mixed with alcohol, oils, and herbal extracts. It captivates and brings bliss, and sometimes – repels with excessive sharpness and audacity.
It flows from the mountains in turbulent rivers. Few would dare to fight its current. It freezes at the poles – few reach there. But it is easy to tame – pour it into a bottle, put it in the freezer, and don't forget to take it out before it turns to ice.
Powerful, the giant waves of a storm are replaced by a gentle calm. Salty, treacherous, benevolent like a queen, and angry like a goddess. Heavy, it crashes against rocks, sand, and the hulls of ships. Mistress of fish, people, and the progenitor of all life.
Running natural, living water through dozens of filters has done its job: it is no longer alive. But it's not dead either. It has turned into a kind of aquatic robot-android, striving for a false ideal, crammed into a framework imposed by society.
Nah... I miss my native Pacific Ocean, and here they're shoving some nonsense at me =(
Наше оружие - неожиданность! Неожиданность и страх, страх и неожиданность - это два наших оружия! Плюс безжалостность - три наших оружия: страх, неожиданность и безжалостность! И ещё фанатичная преданность Папе - четвёртое! Наше оружие включает в себя... наше оружие включает в себя... страх, неожиданность... я сейчас!
Wedma
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Your water is rainwater
Cool, light, it flows in drops down cheeks, on windows, from leaves and roofs, seeps into the ground to evaporate again as rain. Thin, grayish-transparent drops, to some they may seem blue. It drips into cans and buckets – for watering, for drinking. It gives coolness, but can flood houses, villages, and cities with a malicious, heavy stream.
Если кто-то тебе противоречит, подумай: может, он не прав? (с)
Говорят, что рыжие не плачут, Говорят, душа у них - огонь. Если влюблены, то любят значит, Если ненавидят - их не тронь!
"Не заблуждайтесь. Рыжие - это зло! Знаете кто был рыжим? Иуда... Что сделал Иуда? Иисуса предал - вот что! Я говорю вслух то, о чем другие только думают. Рыжие опасны. И однажды ночью, когда вы будете спать в своих кроватках, рыжие придут за вами... Они придут за вами!!!" (с) Эрик Картман
Filled with silver and prayers. Bright, healing, kind water. Created by a creative person for a suffering person. It gives warmth, love, light, and faith. It depends little on rituals; it is stronger only by its internal forces, by those that are given to it by those who believe in it.
