At 2,000 degrees Fahrenheit, will a red-hot molten lava lake in Ethiopia yield secrets about how the earth was formed?
4.08.2010
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I love the countryside. I want to live on a farm. Not really want to live in an apartment.I am not of this world, you know. Living in this world but not of the world.I'm not famous to me. I am just what they are, not what people want me to be. I am a prophet? I popular? I have always been popular. Have 5 good friends already be popular. I come from the countryside, where you have the possibility to grow everything and you do not need to go out and kill to find a job or money, you can eat, wash, build everything from home to a pair of shoes. I like to be a farmer. Revelation occurs every day on the streets. The West has no future. Alcohol destroys the grass while constructs. The man has a universe within himself. Man can not be a slave and if you say that you can not sing a new song like Kaya, Devi Ricanto. See we do not have to run too much, we must always leave some room so people can reach you. Politics did not interest me, is the devil's bargain. The politicians are playing with people's heads. Never play with people's heads.Life and God are the same. God is the gift of life. I am forever in some way because they are unique, not duplicated. The singularity of every man and every woman is a gift from Jah.
... man with a knapsack on his back are a little 'pity people who only enjoy the arrival of a trip, because he knows, knows, knows that you can not tell how wonderful a place is visited, if not has lived intensely the way done to get there ...
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