Fuck your generation, fuck your times, fuck your culture, your glory days are done, it's a voice of new wave. this free minded, free spoken, hippie generation will take over. technology raising the children, while grandparents continue to molest the innocent. families no longer exist. enemies are best friends. every age limit is having sex. nobody gives a fuck anymore. so i say fuck the world, fuck this all. nobody fucking cares, think and do whatever you want, we are all going to die at the end anyways. these words were like my bible, these were my beliefs, these concepts are what i would preach, but on the seventy third day of the year two thousand and seven, the day when monkey arms was stolen from the world. my scummy skin peeled clean off my bones, my naked soul arose, my heart beats a new beat, my mind and heart were realigned; the life lesson was learned. it is real, this is all real, we are all real. we all bleed, we all cry, and we all die. live life, love life. i'll never stop laughing and smiling till my last day, till the moment we meet again at the pearly white gates. until we meet again, i'll miss my friend. i'll miss you doza.