Sanity - a trick of agreement

The real America that Whitman proclaimed and Thoreau decoded.

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 the night.

If I had a soul I sold it for pretty words If I had a body I used it up spurting my essence Allen Ginsberg warns you dont follow my path to extinction

My own experience is that a certain kind of genius among students is best brought out in bed.

Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa!

who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism