A musicman writes his lyrics and records... He has the opportunity and all the time in the world to perfect and correct his work... He makes people close to him listen and judge but it all still depends

I saw many people working with happiness in the fields, the Men had their shirts off and the women swung their baskets full of stuff in a simple harmonic motion, matching perfectly with the melodic humming

BLOODY MARY My eyes were barely closed and I could feel the pain in my abdomen, a very sharp one of course. My cover cloth took most of my strength, as I tightly held on to it. Being put in a freezer was