Lana Del Rey Tropico, Howl by Allen Ginsberg

Poem: 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 machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and holloweyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of coldwater flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz, who bared their brains to Heaven under th