I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by 
              internet, starving hysterical naked, 
       prostituting themselves through the faceless streets at dawn 
              looking for an angry fix, 
       angelheaded hipsters burning for knowing nods
              from the ancient laugh-track machin- 
              ery of despair, 
       who twitch and tatter and hollow-eyed and high sat 
              baking in the loving darkness of 
              warm-water baths weighted with the joytears of the
       who bared their brains to Heaven and 
              saw the broken staggering on flickered tene- 
              ment roofs. 

Everything important I ever want to say I can now fit into one-hundred forty characters or less. Unless, of course, it's on the topic of ... - Cal