the doom generation
Going out of our minds, the doom generation, we loosen up for the
sake of...too long and, so, just to stir things up, never for an ends,
never for this or for that, we block out, we set out and we throw out.
We have it all wrapped up in christmas paper to make the bad news all the more bearable. This is how you failed in the big bad fucking world. So give up now before the feelings dominate completely. Suffering, the like of which the earth has never seen; death, wicked, cruel, exacting and painful; life, short and brutal. Dare to draw breath.
The spew pit of history sits unreadable and indigestible on the back of internal monologue, motorcycling through the night with the headlight out. In this spew pit turd buries turd and turd eats turd. Welcome, the faeces of the new world.
High death on the highways. The open road is an expensive note. No noise in a dirty little dark sin seen creeping up on the fragile. Our generation, I think, is still lost between the spaces and all the white on the page.