man with his head cut off
Soyeon it's great that you can feel so much for you're countryman. When they beheaded that American guy I just thought, sick but oh well, that's what happens when you go prancing about in a country that your country just invaded/liberated/what the fuck ever.I'm detached.
It's confusing, go bomb Iraq and then get the hell out of there leaving them to clean up the mess, well, that's not what the government systems doing, apparently they want to stick around and get people's head lopped off.
It makes me think of the story of the man with his head cut off. It's one of my most favorite stories to tell.
I'm from a little town up in the rolling hills of northwest Georgia. I grew up out on stoner road. Now way back in the prohibition days there was some people up in the hills on Stoner who were making moonshine. Some fancy FBI man heard about it and thought he'd go up yonder and close down those people's moonshine stills but when he got up there they just cut off his head. Then they buried his body in one field and his head in another. People found his body but they never found his head so now his ghost walks up and down stoner looking for another head. You gotta watch out or he just might get yers.
I guess this story is kind of cliche in hindsight but when I was a little kid it scared me to death. It's at least part true I hear. I snuck out of my house when I was 14. I was with my 12 year old friend Shannon. We were walking to meet some friends but we had to sneak into the woods and go around the block because our friend Laura had ran away from home that night and there were cops all around her house searching for her. That's how me and Shannon ended up in the most rural part of my country block where the man got his head cut off. I was scared shitless walking by there at 2 in the morning. There aren't any houses around there just woods with two fields on either side.
It's confusing, go bomb Iraq and then get the hell out of there leaving them to clean up the mess, well, that's not what the government systems doing, apparently they want to stick around and get people's head lopped off.
It makes me think of the story of the man with his head cut off. It's one of my most favorite stories to tell.
I'm from a little town up in the rolling hills of northwest Georgia. I grew up out on stoner road. Now way back in the prohibition days there was some people up in the hills on Stoner who were making moonshine. Some fancy FBI man heard about it and thought he'd go up yonder and close down those people's moonshine stills but when he got up there they just cut off his head. Then they buried his body in one field and his head in another. People found his body but they never found his head so now his ghost walks up and down stoner looking for another head. You gotta watch out or he just might get yers.
I guess this story is kind of cliche in hindsight but when I was a little kid it scared me to death. It's at least part true I hear. I snuck out of my house when I was 14. I was with my 12 year old friend Shannon. We were walking to meet some friends but we had to sneak into the woods and go around the block because our friend Laura had ran away from home that night and there were cops all around her house searching for her. That's how me and Shannon ended up in the most rural part of my country block where the man got his head cut off. I was scared shitless walking by there at 2 in the morning. There aren't any houses around there just woods with two fields on either side.