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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, Angel-headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
A dramatic scene featuring a towering, fiery face emerging from an archway, surrounded by explosions and a dark sky. Silhouetted figures walk towards it, creating an eerie, captivating atmosphere.
The prompt is a often quoted line from a poem by Allan Ginsberg:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Howl_(poem)