…I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night…
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Moly oly! I had that verse written across the back of my jean jacket in high school. Wore that thing near to tatters …
Damn, George. Your coolness quotient has increased by 1500. Me? I just wore cheap Warner Brothers T-shirts, a fedora and a trenchcoat, long before the stores opened or the Trenchcoat Mafia existed.