Wild Side

He was taken and she was lost. But times changed and roles swapped. Yet somehow they stay. That feeling of rush isn’t based on romance but on their influence on each other. Like life’s dirty little joke. Like Ikarus they flew too close to the sun. Wings melt, bodies falling from the skies. Each hit is harder than the last. They are learning the hard way that their heroes led lonely lives, that to be truly free you have to lose all the ground you rely on. Let go. He falls. She falls. A front on collision violently throwing them both through the windshield. The glass cuts their skin. Blood and pain everywhere. As they fly they see the wounded victims lying around them and they think of infinity. Even with a gun pointed at their head they choose temptation. This is their destruction that they will pull to ruins and as it breaks them they smile. Loving every second of the explosion.

She’s lost and he’s taken. They know they shouldn’t but oh how they want to. Eyes meet, hands touch. Skin to skin, lips to lips, lie to lie. It’s getting close. Two beatnik mind’s paths crossing on their highway to hell. Dorian Gray’s love affair with Mephistopheles. It’s their escape and adventure. But then the clock strikes four and they know it’s time to go. One last time he kisses her tinted lips, one last time he holds her heart in his hands. One last time she falls for tht James Dean flair. And then they part. He goes goes back to her while she goes back to her crave and madness for freedom. They know it wasn’t the last time, it can’t be. For this is the only way in which they are capable of love.

A wise man said  it looks like rain today

-Allen Ginsberg for Neal Cassady

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Coffee and Cigaretts (Jim Jarmush)

Partners in crime, each one is the other’s wrecking ball, as they widely smiling, brightly radiating and loudly screaming pull one another down the rabbit hole. At some point in time morality became a dirty word and filthy thought, now all they are left with is running. The differences underline the similarities. And so they are off to the races, crazily assuming that this will end in a beatnik road trip into the empty sun, but they choose to hope as pointlessly as possible. The first more in love with pure freedom than the next. This is their blessing and curse all in once, this is all they are capable of loving. Unnameable, uncontrollable and most of all untouchable. Raw passion for madness. Nothing reaches the buzz of those induced nights that end with inspired minds half drunkenly wandering the streets on their endless journey home. Once they get going they are unstoppable, until everything has been torn to ruins. The chaos of all cosmic disasters reunited in their complex spark. It's insanity is indescribeable. Constantly encouraging themselves to do worse, until they impersonate the bad to the point of the balance tipping, covering them in golden ideas as they fall and so opulently hit the ground. Much more than friendship or romance, this is a promise they have all made and are sure to disappoint. Any effort of getting out is superfluous, for they have infected each other with restlessness. Their fire rapidly spreads and burns them completely. Where they go, trouble is sure to follow. So they hold each other in a triangle, forming the original sin. The unholy trinity.

Allen Ginsberg and Neal Cassady