Abashed the Devil stood

Selfish,like me..

Beauty !

Beauty !

Government is a health hazard. Governments have killed many more people than cigarettes or unbuckled seat belts ever have.
P. J. O’Rourke (via americandissident)
ournaughtyskeletons:

Get some substance in your life.

ournaughtyskeletons:

Get some substance in your life.

subliminalzombie:

A Perfect Circle - Judith

subliminalzombie:

A Perfect Circle - Judith

oh tool, when I’m gone, at least I’m gone with you

oh tool, when I’m gone, at least I’m gone with you

It’s always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious. Movie
producers are serious. Everybody’s serious but me.
Ginsberg, AMERICA (via beancat)
netandroll:

DEATH ROW SKINNY BOWIT HURTS ME TOOSINGA - LINGA MAITREYAREBIRTH DAYSRID PA SHALOM 
( PIC & WORDZ by KarmaHackeR)

netandroll:

DEATH ROW SKINNY BOW
IT HURTS ME TOO
SINGA - LINGA MAITREYA
REBIRTH DAY
SRID PA 
SHALOM 

( PIC & WORDZ by KarmaHackeR)

lasmokecachelamerde:

Allen Ginsberg. 

who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Oklahoma on the impulse of winter midnight streetlight smalltown rain,who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to Africa,who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving nothing behind but the shadow of dungarees and the larva and ash of poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago,who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the FBI in beards and shorts with big pacifist eyes sexy in their dark skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets,who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism, who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also wailed,
Howl, 1955

lasmokecachelamerde:

Allen Ginsberg. 

who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Oklahoma on the impulse of winter midnight streetlight smalltown rain,

who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to Africa,

who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving nothing behind but the shadow of dungarees and the larva and ash of poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago,

who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the FBI in beards and shorts with big pacifist eyes sexy in their dark skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets,

who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism, who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also wailed,

Howl, 1955

An Eastern Ballad by Allen Ginsberg

lifeisadreamsokeepsmiling:

I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.
Perfect care has made her bleak.

I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild.