From Howl by Ginsberg
who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving behind nothing but the shadow of dungarees and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in fire place Chicago, who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the F.B.I. in beards and shorts with big pacifist eyes sexy in their dark skin passing out incom- prehensible leaflets, who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic...
Today, dear people, is Stanley Kubrick Day! Just because I want it to be. A whole page worth of Stanley related images to come.
For the next three weeks I will have no life. Homework is killing me.
Ok, so I thought the new episode of Bones was happening on the 15th of last month. To my great heartache, it turned out to be misinformation. BUT TODAY IS FINALLY THE DAY! I. am. dying.