Ritual

Generation Ex. - An eXample of a Degeneration? by Wendy Clark The connotations of the rarely used 24th letter of our English alphabet termed "X," are often of a sinister and negative suggestive implication, and even vulgar in some circumstances (i.e., "XXX"); this "X" generally tends not to represent any substance of a positive nature. I am equally as responsible as the rest of you all for these philosophical bones and skeletons I harbor - as our experience relates to the time period in which we were harvested; a generation of infants which some miserable joker/generational researcher coined "Generation X." Generation Xers (an individual is referred to as an Xer if he or she was were born roughly between 1959 and 1978) are now getting to fully realize their full potential. Back in the early 90's, my Xer college friends and I pondered these societal labels and concluded that these categorizations were for the generations who preceded us. We d...

The drive home from anyplace you go is going to be an unnerving string of fragmented images, sounds, smells, etcetera, but all you can do is drive, you have to get to your next destination; we all have to get somewhere, eh? The object of the game is to outwit everyone else, or maybe to out-think them, surpass them in the good looks or "I know how to dress" or something or other, after all, you HAVE to be good at something, don't you? Or will you fall through the cracks? The more you stay, the farther you go away any love looks you in the eyes and you don't wait for the words you want to hear so much these days; you're friends find misery and become a bore, of course, you ponder if this boredom is really just a manifestation of your own loneliness. Ah, looking back, we had dreams, big huge quivering coolness in our attitudes; smarter, luckier, more destined for greatness than all those random bodies rolling over the earth, heads down, miserable because they were bl...