You Just Can’t Beat Poetry!
Jack Kerouac’s sonorous voice rotted more brains than just his own. Mine was nearly one. Mine was nearly won.
The best minds of my generation were destroyed by cell phones, internet rage, intermittent signalling all around – or when it was around, the sound of inertia tuned to acid-jazz, turned on its ear, with the only drain being the phoney sonic of it…
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