Music Is Like A Mirror In Front

My Mouth Is A Womb. My Teeth Are My Children. My Tongue Is Their Babysitter.

The Spring, Summer, Is Quite A Hectic Time For People In Their Lives, But Then It Comes To Autumn, And To Winter, And You Can't But Help Think Back To The Year That Was, And Then Hopefully Looking Forward To The Year That Is Approaching.

I Have Had Death Threats From People With Fixations.

I Do Promotion When It Is Necessary, But I Always Want To Get Back To The Music.

Place A Name Upon The Night One To Set Your Heart Alight And To Make The Darkness Bright Paint The Sky With Stars.