Too Much Drama Before My Morning Coffee

"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 jazz..."

Sunday, February 27, 2005

No...Our dreams went up in dreams, you stupid pothead.

Let's just say that I've discovered a new and interesting perspective that I'm pursuing. Where it leads, I'm far from sure yet. For now, I'm enjoying the scary first few steps on the road.

Insanity or optimism...sometimes...are quite similar.