Christina Hendricks by Sheryl Nields, 2011
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,
That’s glamour, baby.
eu casei com uma pessoa que não sabe essa diferença.
god help us all…