Born in 1970 beautiful...free love left-overs dipped in disco ball dreams...stone-washed, acid-rinsed and grunge-dried in smoggy sunrise of a shiny new millennium...built on the bruised backs of the Brave, the Borrowed, the Beaten, the Broken, and the Burried...straddling the white-washed picket fence between the Age of Invention and the Era of Contention...You are the Mother of my intention.
