I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness,
starving hysterical naked,
who lost glorious sunday saturday afternoons evenings buried in 19th century texts font 8 courier,
reproducing it on blinding monitor screens amongst the other diary entries and scandalous pages losing focus falling asleep dripping full o' acid morphine caffeine while simultaneously obsessing over granny smith apple pies and chocolate raspberry pies costing 6 dollars apiece and diff girls with soccer player names...



sebastien