I saw the best of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked

> I saw the best of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked

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>beats
not even once

fuck the beats and everyone who loves them

Allen did nothing wrong.

I haven't read any novels from the 40's 50's was it common for the writers to say negroe, i know the brits did in the 1800s.

I always liked when I heard Kerouac in his spoken word say negro, it feels very spiritual.

Burroughs did nothing wrong.

HOWL

he killed his wife

>people hating on the beats just because its trendy

youtube.com/watch?v=4FyEYj2uLuY

He fucked kids.

She's not going to look so hot when she gets mouth cancer. Her fingers already taste of used cigarette filter.

>Anti-smoking

>On Veeky Forums

And? Am I meant to care about the kids?

>Teacher recommends me Howl
>read it
>Its the biggest "well, this exists" in all of literature

That changes nothing for me, would live in an abandoned warehouse with/10

WE REAL COOL WE
LEFT SCHOOL WE
SING SIN WE THIN GIN
WE JAZZ JUNE
WE DIE SOON

>mfw my old, white english teacher recited this to the class like a harlem renaissance nig.

id have my hair like that if i were a girl

I saw the greatest hivemind of my generation destroyed by Summerkids,
striving hysterical for troves of Stirner sketches,
dragging themselves through the wet black bukaki at wake typing
for a botched critique,
priapic knuckleheads choreographing for the handful bohemian
network by maudlin belles-lettres in a collectively anarchic newtopia,
who underemployment and saccharine cocoa and pretty-miss-wander-eyes and avant-garde
vaporizer pen designs
in recurrent existential paralyses and worthless seconds reimbursed
under the advertisement bar in empty ventilation,
who tapped their motherboards to the primary centralis under the Lel and found
shoddy Canon imitators trawling from the Übermenscher decks
inseminating false Dogma,
who leafed Murakami in a chrome-boring Boxtype with pretzel-toposes underhoods
quantum possessed coolant trickling like piss under a star-spangled diaper
limping off sporadically by a Viagra-suspended member over the hung gearpanel,
who quote you unquote us were handcuffed by the moribund dozens to a shitpost radiator
for dismantling superimposed myths of Heidegger’s Naziism on campus in equally
vainglorious episodes of pathetic curse-hurdling-like voodoo.
who from built up self-repudiation unironically slit their wrists naked until they dress
in loud red to a ballad of Mainländer bookscraps in a solitary bathtub,
who passed tryptamine out like your sweetheart’s plastic smiles on a forgotten moon
or was she cast phosphorescence off that awfully familiar convex screen
we carelessly remove prepackaged slender nuggets’ protective seals to and dip ourselves
like the veritable pigs we morph back to snoutdeep into the trough, guiltily pleasuring crave,
who crawls underground for fear of the living and boars into the sheriff's lounge
ostensible his talent as his crowd’s met disgusted countenance
lone sensible in a badland of desperadoes horseback riding away from sunset to the gallows
who traverses by the verses fleetingly
making the loose eccentric excellent in his dance wherever category he mistakenly barged
to himself a resplendent quetzal lying his way out of the beast in the mirror,
a poindexter easily enamoured and an unrelenting shell under the common sun,
who slouches by the kindled fireplace with nobody in sight and declare as any other night their bitter snickerdoodleless holiday, then silently sob under no man’s hail,
who is a gypsy, self-employed at milk neutral hotel, toiling,
who is a bedbug, under your pillow reciting how kafkaesque, cowering,
who is a changeling, adept in homeschooled lessons on elements of style, unforgiving,
lending like a beggar’s metal cup his how do you miserably do’s and have a despicable day’s
mensis horribilis, annus horribilis
and the Moirai snicker injudiciously over the courtroom and tune his fate to Vivaldi.

Somebody's in a typing mood tonight

kek

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Cute as FUCK

Wtf is beats?

...

Counterculture poets of the 1960s, the original hipsters

litkicks.com/BeatGen

mostly just burroughs, ginsberg, marrowack

hey soda.

It's by Dre

People make fun of fat girls here all the time. They say "oh they must be so stupid to put unhealthy things in their body and not take care of their health; they only think with their emotions." If you smoke you're just as irrational and unhealthy. At least a fat chick won't give your kid SIDS. I smoked a pack a day for five years, I have the right to be critical.

Of course you're meant to care you fucking edgelord. Even animals know to take care of their young. You're worse than an animal.

Her smoking impaired circulation will give her icy cold hands and feet. You will be snuggling with ice.

>And then, we like, took out our cocks and I blew him... HOWL

>ayy we did stimulants
>ayy we got drunk and tramped around America
>pedophilia
>eastern philosophy
>its beautiful to be young
>Allen Ginsberg getting fucked in the ass

there now you don't have to read Kerouac

This is spot on

>milk neutral hotel
Neutral Milk Hotel, but it's okay because I still love you my fellow hipster.

good line but does it actually sound better in 20 Hz to 20kHz close system?

You need to chill the heck out friend. Stop caring about what other people do so much, it's bad for your health.

You're kind of autistic, but I like you anyway.

>marrowack
Kek

Snuggling with ice? Comfy.

>mfw I'm a guy but I have the same sweater, women's clothes fit me better and I like the wide necks