DPS Posted December 22, 2000 Posted December 22, 2000 Allan Ginsburg is spinning in his grave:Howl of the Addicted I saw the best collegues of my floor destroyed by coffee madness stumbling, bleary eyed, in the dim hallways of dawn craving, nervy office workers looking for a caffeine fix that most indicitive of american appliances lays silent cloudy mind, dulled senses, fumbling hands can't comprehend they run screaming in pursuit of sanity flooding the streets in search of a coffee bar spilling loose change in exchange for the primordial drip hip counter girls, counter culture girls, smirk caustic smiles beautiful people in beautiful clothes drink lattes, cappacinos, americanos tatooed, attituded, well fed starving artists spin mad hyperbole long limbed x-ray women, tall, skinny, nonfat; prostating themselves before the altar dark fingers reach up the spine and wrap around the brain pulled, slipping into caffinated delirium embargoed impluses throb, throb, throb unaware of the impending dawn symptomatic, semantic mad poets ejaculate slanderous prose the crazy beat of the city thrums, thrums, thrums oblivious to the plight of the addicted concrete elevated super highways convey elevated super people diurnal latitudinal migrations burning daylight, sulphurous fossil fuel missonary lifestyles numbed by epidural narcotic prescriptives fault block thrusting along the subduction zone of the virtual empire sedentary, sedimentary, metamorphic monuments erected by flaccid men media in a vain search of purpose dyslexic insomniacs take noctural strolls with their gods lunatic hermits compose mad manifestos lost on the information superhighway but unwilling to ASCII for directions Quote
mikeadam Posted December 22, 2000 Posted December 22, 2000 ## [This message has been edited by mikeadam (edited 05-15-2001).] Quote
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