Every family has a black sheep.
A black hole or a toilet gets rid of all the inner demons through it.
He has no strength to protest, they fight and he is to himself.
They are bonded, covering each other.
And there was the custom of offering the sacrifice. He exists to this day who gathers between them so that while cooperating, he feels the boycott plot. All but him are partners.
They will never tell him that he boycotted, they just move away and he is left abandoned and betrayed.
That’s how they want him like in Yona Wallach’s song, Yonatan on the run, but they explain; We only run for your blood and your head, we’ll even wrap your head in rustling cellophane paper
And now the coordination moves between the members of the family, in relation to ostracism in the family, bringing with it a sort of too late apology. How the coordination moves
But he is coordinated neither on the overt nor on the hidden level. They have no internal accountability for what they do, that remains
A subatomic particle is a particle whose size is smaller than that of an atom. In particular, these are the particles that make up the atom: the electron, the proton and the neutron, a large part of the subatomic particles that have been discovered and studied are unstable, so their frequency in nature is small. However, many of them can be produced by dispersion processes in particle accelerators. The study of subatomic particles is the most active field in particle physics.
In the end it is the element of the sub-atomic components that determines who will be confiscated if thrown into a hole in the camp
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Jonathan
Words: Yona Wallach
Composer: Shafi Yishai
There is a performance of this song
I run on the bridge
And the children after me
Jonathan
Jonathan they read
some blood
Just a little blood for the honey dessert
I agree with Nietzsche’s hole
But the children want
And they are children
And I’m Jonathan
They cut my head off with a branch
Gladiola and collect my head
in both gladiola and rice branches
My head rustles
Jonathan
Jonathan they say
Really forgive us
We didn’t imagine you were like that.
Gabriel