where stimuli and comatose collide.
Forty years ago, THE MAN proclaimed the Age of the
Gross to be upon us, and even though THE MAN was
destroying our heritage and insulting our
that era has become very real.
We labor for pleasure and abhor the guilt of pressure.
My generation will go down as the architects of
Some have fought and died.
Others have allowed the strong to be butchered for a
price they themselves don't care about and will never
I myself am beleaguered by the selfish face of a kind
of man that is NOT MANKIND.
Distrust in information.
Fundamentalism of opinion.
Catastrophic boredom, and a fanatical devotion to that
which DOES NOT MATTER.
Where is your glory now, people?
Where are your gods and politicians?
Where is your shame and salvation?
You Rage For No Reason Because You Have No Reason.
WHAT HAVE YOU EVER FOUGHT FOR?
WHAT HAVE YOU EVER BLED FOR?
THE FACE OF THE EARTH IS SCARRED WITH THE WALKING
THE AGE OF THE GROSS IS A LIVING VIRUS.
THIS IS THE FUTURE YOU HAVE CREATED.
THIS IS THE WORLD YOU HAVE SET ABLAZE.
ALL YOUR LIES ARE COMING TRUE.
ALL FREEDOM IS LOST.
ALL HOPE IS GONE.