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I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical, naked... who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war... who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall... who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no b..
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Millions of fathers in rain Millions of mothers in pain Millions of brothers in woe Millions of sisters nowhere to go Millions of daughters walk in the mud Millions of children wash in the flood A million girls vomit and groan Millions of families hopeless alone
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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 night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating ja..
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YOUR NAME IS WRITTEN IN HEAVEN
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these-states
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Unless Chase Bank quits I prophesy blood violence
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robots pencil prescriptions for acid gas sunsets
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What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination? Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks! Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men! Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jail-hous..
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I shudder, I see the love, I'm doomed, my heart melts again -- can't stand not to be in love, can't stand not to be melting with real tenderness, childlike need sweetnesses, that's what's wrong with me.
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LSD Shakti-snake settles like Gas into Consciousness
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these-states
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Forty feet long sixty feet high hotel Covered with old gray for buzzing flies Eye like mango flowing orange pus Ears Durga people vomiting in their sleep Got huge legs a dozen buses move inside Calcutta Swallowing mouthfuls of dead rats Mangy dogs bark out of a thousand breasts Garbage pouring from its ass behind alleys Always pissing yellow Hooghly water Bellybutton melted Chinatown brown puddles Coughing lungs Sound going down the sewer N..
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Love is only a recognition of our own guilt and imperfection, and a supplication for forgiveness to the perfect beloved. This is why we love those who are more beautiful than ourselves, why we fear them, and why we must be unhappy lovers.
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love-quotes
lovers
love
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jack-kerouac
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Forget pleasure and Ambition
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A missle lost Unprogrammed
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artificial trees, robot sofas, Ignorant cars- One Way Street to Heaven
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Banks burn, boys die bullet-eyed, mothers scream realization the vast tonnage of napalm
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washing terror-waves round earth-globe back to suburb TV home night kitchens
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May no Evil Eye peek thru window, keyhole or gunsight at his white haired face!
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the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism
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Thank God I am not God! Thank God I am not God!
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If we don't show anyone, we're free to write anything.
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Mothers weep and Sons be dumb your brothers and children murder the beautiful yellow bodies of Indochina in dreams invented for your eyes by TV
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Brainwash cried Romney, the Governor of Pollution
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all Revolution and Consumption, Manufacture and Communication
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Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
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Don't you see that I cannot be composed, I cannot reconcile myself, because there is no other reality but loneliness for me and before I am dragged back into isolation I will clasp and grasp and claw in fright even at you without consciousness--even I--and I am afraid that I cannot survive if I have to go on into myself.
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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 night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating ja..
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who wept at the romance of the streets with their pushcarts full of onions and bad music, who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the bridge, and rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts
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The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy! The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand and asshole holy!
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There is a god dying in America already created in the imagination of men made palpable for adoration: there is an inner anterior image of divinity beckoning me out to pilgrimage
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Soul identical to each to each... look in my eyes and speak to yourself, that makes me everybody's lover
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senseless, senseless coughs of emotion
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these-states
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I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked... who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts...
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Television concentrates its blue flicker of death in the frontal lobe
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Hairy Mammal whaddya want
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with my fucking suave manners and knowitall, eyes, and mind full of fantasy - the Me! that horror that keeps me conscious, in this Hell of Birth & Death
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Electric Networks spread fear of murder on the streets
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enraptured in hypnotic war
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The Package is the Product, onomatopoeticized
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Who can prophesy peace, or vow Futurity for any but armed insects
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now the Great Fear's rolled round the world and washes over Newspaper Grey air
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Steak swallowers zonked on Television!
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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 night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz
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salute the new sunset
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a communist conspiracy among the youth ... speakers on campuses/trained to condition idealistic brains
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