Before I Write I Let My Mind

That Girl Can Barely Spell Her Name.

We Look At Death From The Selfish Side, Like: "that Guy Died. Oh, It's So Sad." Why Is It Sad? He's Away From All Of This Bad Stuff That's Here On Earth. I Mean, At The Worst, He's Just Somewhere Quiet, No Nothing. At Best, He's An Angel... Or He's A Spirit Somewhere. What Is So Bad About That?

Life's A Wheel Of Fortune And It's My Chance To Spin It.

We Are Being Wiped Off The Face Of This Earth At An Extremely Alarming Rate And Even More Alarming Is The Fact That We Are Not Fighting Back

So Many Other Things For Us To See, Things To Be, Our History So Full Of Tragedy And Misery.