Time For My Generation To DIE by E.D. Evans Imagine finding a dusty, water-stained journal in an abandoned subway station before realizing it was written 20 years in the future. No robot maids or air cars, just capital L, "Life," through X-ray specs, and don't hold the band-aid ripping or bemused outrage. There are a thousand novels herein. (Buddy Woodward) Time for My Generation to DIE from poet and balladeer...
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