shigglyboom
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{My modernization of Howl by Allen Ginsburg.} I saw the best men of my generation destroyed by madness, horny lonely anonymous, dragging themselves through the neon lists each night looking for a naked fix; angelhearted dreamers burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the approximation of love, who one-night-stands and swingers and Viagra-laced and turgid lay down panting in the supernatural darkness of interchangeable bedrooms lusting across the four-lane highways fantasizing threesomes, who bared their buttocks to women across the Internet and saw Playboy illusions parading on Dell monitors illuminated, who passed through ranks of singles websites with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Madonna and prepubescent heiresses among the survivors of war, who were expelled from marriage for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the pages of their homelife, who cowered in tepid rooms in boxers, placing their money in envelopes on smooth tables and listening to the tourists through the wall who scratched crabs in their pubic areas driving at sunrise with a piece of lingerie for the bedpost, who ate pussy in neighbors' homes or drank semen in rest areas, death, or purgatoried their groins night after night, with dreams, with sex, with waking nightmares, alcohol and breasts and endless cunt, incomparable blind... with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.
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