Freely, lovingly hostile.
1967- KC- 1994.
We are the youth of the nation,
The fucked generation.

Looked up to a generation whose
Voice told us it was hopeless,
Unconquerable spiritual malaise,
Fucking hopeless, and now
Because of that, Perhaps
It is.

Seattle rain streaking across the bathroom
Window of a thoughtless overdose revealing...
The harsh future in a lightning flash,
Unexpected, unwanted, grotesque revalation
revealing a revolution not to come.

So we kill one another, the generation
prompted to unproductive movement
by the paralysis of our daily heroes.
Hail to the rape penetration generation.

Wecome to My generation...

(thanks and i appreciate the thought but please please don't rape me in utero)