The beat generation (coined in Playboy)
At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave.
Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.
I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling & laughing.
I think it's all lovely hallucination but I love it sorta.
They have worries, they're counting the miles, they're thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they'll get there - and all the time they'll get there anyway, you see.