angry fix

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 the night,

If you did you did Allen. Looking back on what the remainder of the best minds of your generation hath wrought, why do you say that like it's a bad thing.

Why would we want any more self-injected angelheads jacked in to the starry dynamo listening to the Terror through the wall than we already have?

Why Allen Why?

What we really need, really, is fewer angelheads operating less machinery and more night.

More night.

Night!