“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…who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold water flats gloating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz…who were expelled from academies for publishing crazy and obscene odes on the window of the skull, who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall.” ~ Allen Ginsberg
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