If you walk without rhythm, then you won't attract the worm
It's about damn time we got to the three-day weekend. Hee hee hee! I haven't showered yet today, I didn't have my reading done for anthropology, and I'm somewhat behind in my math class, but dammit I feel GOOD. Justin, B-chan and Sam are all gonna be here in just a few short hours, and we're gonna go to dinner and then maybe we'll watch Kung Pow. :-D Josh might even join us, if he's not unconscious by then.... poor guy hasn't had nearly enough sleep in the past two days.
Yay! I got a package today! My mom sent me the two scarves I left at home, as well as a brand-new portable walkman because my old one had gone to crap. :-p AND she sent a verrrrry nice pair of headphones to go with it.... my mom rules. I lurve her so much. I think I shall go and make her a CD or two. ^^ God knows I make enough people CDs, I really should do one for my own mother! Oh well, I love making them, so that's all good.
And now.... because I KNOW you've all heard at least the first few lines of this poem at one time or another (they're in the middle of the Bush song "Machine Head" for one thing) here are the first few lines of "Howl" by Allen Ginsberg. The poem is fucking LONG so I would never dream of posting the whole damn thing.
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,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the
supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of
cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels
staggering on tenement roofs illuminated....
Ah. That feels good. Now I am going to go warm up some of that leftover Sesame chicken, because DAMN I'm hungry.
Yay! I got a package today! My mom sent me the two scarves I left at home, as well as a brand-new portable walkman because my old one had gone to crap. :-p AND she sent a verrrrry nice pair of headphones to go with it.... my mom rules. I lurve her so much. I think I shall go and make her a CD or two. ^^ God knows I make enough people CDs, I really should do one for my own mother! Oh well, I love making them, so that's all good.
And now.... because I KNOW you've all heard at least the first few lines of this poem at one time or another (they're in the middle of the Bush song "Machine Head" for one thing) here are the first few lines of "Howl" by Allen Ginsberg. The poem is fucking LONG so I would never dream of posting the whole damn thing.
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,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the
supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of
cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels
staggering on tenement roofs illuminated....
Ah. That feels good. Now I am going to go warm up some of that leftover Sesame chicken, because DAMN I'm hungry.