The blood of a redheaded woman is three degrees cooler than the blood of a normal woman. This has been established by medical studies.
Joe HillLonghaired preachers come out every night, Tryin' to tell us what's wrong and what's right. But when asked about something to eat, They will tell you in voices so sweet. You will eat (You will eat!) By and by, (By and by!) In that glorious land in the sky. (Way up high!) Work and pray, live on hay, You'll get pie in the sky when you die. (That's a lie!)
Joe HillI remind myself that no one day of writing matters all that much. A story is built somewhat like a stalactite - one little drip of mud and grit at a time.
Joe HillI didn't know the inner me was hungry," I said to Art. "That's because it already starved to death.
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