My life is so esoteric so weird so funny so beautiful. One week my neck is covered in hickeys from a night of sweating passion from a platonic friend and the next week I have a black eye from a night of drunken stupidity from a jealous fallen angel.
I love my life!

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 night ...