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All of Allen Ginsberg's Howl, One Line Every Hour, Over and Over.

Brooklyn, NY
Joined October 2010
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light
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783
rantings and kind king light of mind,
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706
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan
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698
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls,
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587
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night
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456
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
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416
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall,
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393
who passed through universities with radiant eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war,
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342
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
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418
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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560
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
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2,503
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
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401
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
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585
For Carl Solomon
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432
in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night
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465
mercy the eternal war is here O victory forget your underwear we're free
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339
where we wake up electrified out of the coma by our own souls' airplanes roaring over the roof they've come to drop angelic bombs the hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls collapse O skinny legions run outside O starry-spangled shock of
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298