howl (slight return)

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by marketing, whining hypocritical baked, driving themselves through suburban streets at lunch looking for angry fries, blackglasses hipsters moping for the newest beeping connection to the media death star in the machinery of night, who privilege and misery and hollow-eyed high sat up smoking in the supernatural glow of high-speed internet buying every new dead idea contemplating not

4 thoughts on “howl (slight return)

  1. i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by world of warcraft, grinding armor equipped, dragging themselves through the co-op streets at noon, looking for a medical marijuana fix
    ginsberg was my old boss’s best friend. we used to argue about the merits of beat poetry and whether or not the entire thing was art conjured out of suffering, or privileged whining in the time before blogs, jeje

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