And the new sounds of rock 'n' roll were full of youthful angst, children crying out for explanations as to why nature and humanity were being pushed aside in favor of tiresome excesses. Mass consumption of the human spirit seemed to prevail in the form of T.V. jingles, mega-marketing and prejudice against any who would dare to stand alone, any who would dare cry out for evidence of their personal worth beyond what their family owned, any who could no longer bear the idea of possessing meager identity beyond the 2.3 child per home statistic. Haunting melodies filled the crowded streets. Songs about altered visions of reality which were now conveniently available in pill form. Some of these drugs were legal, some illegal, but all were tickets guaranteeing escape from the prevailing void of boredom and conformity.
Clothing is a veil which separates mankind from the world of the beast.
But under the clothing, the beast waits. The neighborhood grave yard holds evil secrets. The graves speak and magic spells are cast. The zombies are hiding, the mad elves laughing the demons hunting. It is lovely in here, somehow.