vermilionboy

As the century nears its formidable end, our gobal experience of universal proportions, predicted by many greats, will arrive at our solar system, to our system of a down. Authoritarian oppression, family abuse, depression caused by conformity, and economic devastation will be neutralized by technological terrorism in times of complete chaos. Control will never again be gained for toleration will become extinct. A husband quarreling with his wife will not think twice or regret his spent bullet. Hungry children will not spare the grocer. Remorse in all forms will be removed from human thoughts and actions. Freedom will only be ava

   The desire to liverate self-expression and reject middle-class conventions also animated a small but highly visible and controversial group of young writers, poets, painters, and musicians known as the Beats.   The Beats were not lost in dispair, though they strenuously embrassed life. But it was life on their own terms, and their terms were shocking to most observers. They sought personal rather than social solutions to their hopes and anxieties.   They were not beat in the sense of beaten; they were "mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved."   Their road to salvation lay in hallucinogenic drugs and alcohol, sex, an affinity for

OHHh, love this song by slayer.... An unforeseen future nestled somewhere in time. Unsuspecting victims no warnings, no signs. Judgment day the second coming arrives. Before you see the light you must die. Forgotten children, conform a new faith, Avidity and lust controlled by hate. Never ending search for your shattered sanity, Souls of Damnation in their own reality. Chaos rampant, An age of distrust. Confrontations. Impulsive habitat. Bastard sons beget your cunting daughters, Promiscuous mothers with your incestuous fathers. Engreat souls condemned for [all] eternity, Sustained by immoral observance a domineering deity.