Essentially Me

-> The Smarter Head -> The Body -> ->The Dumber Head

Hey if your reading this u probably have way to much free time on your hands and if u like what u read then u probably have a dictionary w/in arms reach. i haven't had the time to write anything of my own lately because i've been realtively mentally secure or i haven't gotten any good inspiration lately whatever it is take your pick but what it really comes down to is that i've only been able to add to my inspiration section which is called "the dumber head" mostly its just my fav edgar allen poe and robert frost poems but whatever. oh and as a side note to all those who read my stuff and say "that's really dark and depressing" u need to remember that there is beauty in light no matter to what degree:very little in this case. just recently i found these scripts to some awesome movies so checkem out: clerks dogma chasing amy The eastern world, it is explodin’. Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’ You’re old enough to kill, but not for votin’ You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’ And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin’ But you tell me Over and over and over again, my friend Ah, you don’t believe We’re on the eve of destruction. Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say Can’t you feel the fears I’m feelin’ today? If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away There’ll be no one to save, with the world in a grave Take a look around you boy It’s bound to scare you boy And you tell me Over and over and over again, my friend Ah, you don’t believe We’re on the eve of destruction. Yeah, my blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’ I’m sitting here just contemplatin’ I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation. Handful of senators don’t pass legislation And marches alone can’t bring integration When human respect is disintegratin’ This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’ And you tell me Over and over and over again, my friend Ah, you don’t believe We’re on the eve of destruction. Think of all the hate there is in Red China Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama You may leave here for 4 days in space But when you return, it’s the same old place The poundin’ of the drum, the pride and disgrace You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace Hate your next-door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace And… tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend You don’t believe We’re on the eve Of destruction Mm, no no, you don’t believe We’re on the eve of destruction.