We realize most of the control…
Pushed harder… working faster, forward… accelerating.
And then, we believe, we can find… in a saturated rush…
An awakening awkwardness…
Caused us to grow.
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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, Ginsberg - Howl
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