:: Sometime in the early night, those walking on Elm Street notice the bold green and orange graffiti freshly sprayed on the brick walls of the downtown buildings. It reads:
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
On another wall it reads:
truly bald except for a wig of blood, and tears and fingers, to the visible madman doom of the wards of the madtowns of the East,
On a third:
What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination? FILTH! UGLINESS!
The last wall's graffiti reads:
imaginary walls collapse O skinny legions run outside O starry-spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is here