What is the right way to end a generation

What is the right way to end a generation of fear and fallen promises? Maybe it's with vengeance or malice or even non-violence and blind benevolence that we remember who we are.

daddy that he didn't need homemade rolls. He fellated the older British man and in return he was filthy rich. He bought a Cinnabon and had moved next his mom's house. She was so

disgusted with the whole roll business. It was all so crummy! Filthy rich? Ha!

Ha! Haaaa-Unmph! A large chunk of a honey whole wheat roll had lodged itself firmly in my esophagus. Uuuuuumph! I threw myself repeatedly over the back of a chair to try to

dislodge it. Edmund noticing my distress performed the heimlich and it shot out urghfoo! in a high arc across the hall and landed in the headmasters soup with a resounding splash.

The hot soup jumped up toward the headmaster, a large hunk of stuff struck him on the bridge of the nose. The sudden sensation of wet and heat caused him to violently jerk

his custom-made ivory headmaster spoon into the air and scream "That's a spicy meat ball!" He reached for a glass of

chianti, chugged it down, and flung the glass across the table. "Nothing gets pasta me," he screamed. His eyes rolled back, he dropped the ivory spoon, and fell face first into

the tomato basil sauce and spaghetti. Red sauce spatters away from his bulb like head. A crow squaks in the distance. Now it was only up to