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I've had a long day today, my mind feels pretty much wiped,
and all I'm good for is some mindless TV....well, busy
watching the third season of The Tudors, which I think
is really good. Seeing I can't think of anything to say
right now, I'll leave you with one of my favourite
poems, Howl, by Allen Ginsberg.
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 machin-
ery 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 tene-
ment roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes
hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy
among the scholars of war.....
You will find the rest of the poem here.


dreamy and peaceful polaroids by garters and lace
I've been tagged by Ruth from Flossy Blossom. Thanks Ruth for thinking of me:)
What is your current obsession?
What is your weirdest obsession?
What are you wearing today?
What's for dinner?
What's the last thing you bought?
What are you listening to right now?
What is your favourite ice-cream flavour?
What do you think of the person who tagged you?
If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?
What's your must have piece for summer?
If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?
Which language do you want to learn?
What's your favorite quote?
Who do you want to meet right now?