Everybody's serious but me.
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.
There is nothing to be learned from history anymore. We're in science fiction now.
We are all exposed to the flash bulb of death.
Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then!
None of us understand what we're doing, but we do beautiful things anyway.