If we have a generational task, I think it is this: to start looking under the obvious wounds at the hidden ones, inherited ones (as so many of my friends do). And to let the traumata of our families finally gush out, a mixed up flood of puke and poo and jizz and blood and squirt and tears. To cut the bloodline and not pass this shit on any longer.

— Blutbuch by Kim de l'Horizon (Page 284)