A Thousand Voices

I can not represent the rest of the world including girls and men, but I can speak for myself a thousand words. The goal of Virginia Woolf is that everyone has half of men and half of women - I think that's because we are a living role model; we think that we are everyone. Julie always gave me a derogatory look when I looked red to have lunch from the gym. "You have been playing hockey on the floor." She is aggressive but a mischievous child.

Each of us has thousands of words. Everything goes in and out as fast as each of these moves with the palm of your hand. But in the few seconds they existed, we and our behavior existed in the context that the earth will exist for billions of years now and for the future. It stays in the air, rises and descends and it bursts to one million atoms that will bond with all other atoms that make up the universe. Think of things in a ridiculous poetic style and let Van Gogh become one of us. In the absence of sleep, the bean and rice diet is meant only to reduce the penny that your currency actually does not exist, or to paint the idea that none of the ideas other than liners are fulfilled . Imagine my dream, make the whole gamut worth a thousand times for just a moment

Revelation 5: 11 - 12 I have seen the hearing of the lords of many angels, the elders of the beasts, and the elders around the throne. , Power, glory, glory and blessings. John the Revelation of John was experienced, and he saw heavenly worship on the throne of heaven. In this experience, John heard the voice that millions of angels and elders talk loudly, "In addition to everything else, there is a slaughtered lamb." This is a true worship experience (see my true worship), but there are also people who say that Jesus deserves riches.

This is music I have never heard. Thousands of words - if there are only 20 souls - as they climb above the sky, every sound will echo through the white wall. All shapes and sounds harmoniously move up and down and the beginning of the sound is perfect and harmonious as if this human choir was a camouflaged angel. When they sang, the raindrop went through the rose of the red glass of the window. The sound of each band seems to respond to the sounds of the past, as if it were interpreted again to sing Scorpio's songs.