A Savage Journey to the Heart of Kristy's American Dream
The time was irrelevant, the place was a sanctimonious hell dedicated to those derived of so-called "intelligence." It was an era of human
deterioration, and as you will find it too was part of the twilight zone. Its children were savage to the soul. Their key from selling out was leaving a pint of blood, the American Dream, and fragments of their family behind.
How great is a world when it is encouraged to come in dressed for Halloween? Folks have been known to wear shirts with dirty words on them, or shorts in the cold of winter, and shoes are entirely optional. Some of my peers have even dyed their hair "crazy colors" like blue.
The fact of the matter is these children of the revolution are not just that of sight, sound, and colors from unknown places. They can be part of something greater. Part of pioneer paradise.
A Savage Journey to the Heart of Kristy's American Dream