I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness
with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years. 
Allen Ginsberg, tiny little piece of Howl 
lá onde a pupila se parte
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness
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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Joana Blu
at
11:41 AM
 
 
Labels: Beat Generation, Music, Poetry
 
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