HOLLYWOOD BRAINS


I mean… it’s not gonna get loose, right?

No, it’s not gonna get loose.  They’re not stronger than humans... you can hear me.

Yes.

Why do you eat people?

Not people.  Brains.

Eating brains… how does that make you feel?

It makes the pain go away.


Yo, I don’t know about you… but I’m getting really sick and tired of feeding my brains to these zombies.  Fast food… plastic surgery…desperate housewives…I’m checking my cell phone every 30 seconds just to see if I have a text… in fact, let me see if I got a text right now.  No, no texts.  These are the kinds of drugs we eat ourselves with  every single day and I’m getting sick and tired of it.  The dead are rising, coming out of the ground Thriller style, and they’re gonna get you.  David and Goliath, you bring these giants down.  What zombies you got?  Who’s the zombies in your life?  Who are your feeding your brains to?


Hollywood gangster, oh, he’s such a prankster, diamonds cut, MTV, wonder what’s so wrong with me? Gotta slim down some, oh you’re gonna get none, maybe another surgery will fix what is wrong with me. Then all the boys in town will finally see what’s going down.  Do it fast, make it last, only three months in a cast.  Now I’m perfect for that guy, now I know I’m super-fly, all this emptiness in life, wish I had another try…


We have this need to identify with someone who will believe in us.  You found that other person that you held in high esteem, you compromise your life away for them to give you some love and acceptance and that gave you your identity.