Everyone should check out my photography site at the following address and leave me any and all critiquings/comments/remarks/whatever you want: http://www.flickr.com/photos/bmarkwood/
Well I'm never sure what to write on these things because I have no idea exactly what people are looking for. Um, I'm a 22 year-old college student from Southwestern Pennsylvania; currently attending Pennsylvania State University Fayette Campus in lovely Connellsville, PA with a major in English and a minor in Psychology. My big loves in life are music (obvious from the pics I know), cars (also obvious..), the beach, nice hot weather, and just anything else that's fun. Feel free to message me whenever you'd like, no idea how much I'll check this but I do enjoy talking when I am online. Thanks!
Just something for you all to think about - some of the most powerful lyrics I've seen in a very long time:
Risk something, take back what's yoursSay something that you know they might attack you for
Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before
Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for
Like this war's really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn't cater the rich and abandon poor
Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you can't put gas in your tank
These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the check
Asking you to have compassion and have some respect
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In their living room laughing like "what did he say?"
In my living room watching but I am not laughing
Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen
World is cold the bold men take action
Have to react or get blown into fractions
Ten years old it's something to see
Another kid my age drug under a jeep
Taken and bound and found later under a tree
I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me
Do you see the soldiers they're out today
They brush the dust with bullet proof vests away
It's ironic at times like this you pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday
There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads
Inside your market, your shops, your clothes
My dad he's got a lot of fear I know
But enough pride inside not to let that show
My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine
On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside
When the rich wage war it's the poor who die
Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
both scared and angry like "what did he say?"
"Hands Held High" - Linkin Park
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