Pssssst! Hey, You, Yes....YOUR Generation (whichever that may be). Are you looking for:... Saccharin love sonnets?... Maudlin two-line musings?... Droning co-opted hip hop lyrics?-You won’t find that here. Do you desire: ... Trite overbaked sentiment?... Foolish masturbatory banter?... Inscrutable word salad?-You won’t find that here. What you WILL find here is an epitaph, of sorts, laced with:... Dark humor.... Snide observations.... Stark realism.... Morbid landscapes. ... Gamblers and junkies. ... Punks and thugs. An epitaph for MY forgotten generation-Generation Jones-who:... Relishes obscure banalities.... Prefers pencil on paper.... Revels in audacious irony.... Eschews 'the good old days.' It’s no longer time for any of these things. It’s simply: ... Time for my Generation to Die.