We fucked out in the fish nets. You got cod scales in your pudenda hair

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Hi Doll. Where did you come from? Are you Merlin or what? You sure put the hoo-doo on me. I can't shake you. My Ouija board spells your name all by itself. The week we spent together was a dazzler, worth forty visits to the beauty parlour. I look gorgeous, like you ... How about me and you? Let's cultivate this fling. I want to know you better. I want you to heat me up and melt my cellulite again. How about me coming there? I'd live there. It's got to be better than here. I've heard the malls are better there than they are here. Climate controlled air, simulated light, Muzak, simple screwed to the floor plastic chairs formed to fit the size of my big butt. I can't wait. Don't leave me fanning my feeler. We're at the crest of this thing.

the rebellious, the hungry, the weird, and the mad

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"Do you know what a beatnik is? Usually some guy who says, "I hate my father. I hate my mother. " So they leave home in Indiana and they come to New York. They write a line of poetry, type it up in a great big expensive five dollar binding book, put it under their arm, put on sandals, grow a little goatee, walk down the street and say they're poets. It's just kind of a fad. It was invented by the press. Listen, I'm a railroad brakeman, merchant marine deckhand in war time. Beatniks don't do those things. They don't work. They don't get jobs."

excerpts from various interviews, gets a bit confused/confusing at times with all the catholic/buddhist damage, but some interesting stuff. 

exotic hipsters and shitfaced low life in the days before gentrification

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Driving a cab was paralyzingly dull except on rare occasions. I'd pick up hookers and they'd shout at each other in the back seat, telling me to "take our monkey asses over to Park Avenue" and when we'd get there they'd want to go back to the West 50's where there was more business. One black hooker wore horn rimmed glasses and alluringly raised her leather mini in the morning rain to reveal a twelve inch prick. "Best in town, Sucker!" he gleamed between broken teeth. Driving around, I discovered that rich people are cheap. Why did poor people give bigger tips?

acting HAS to be phoney anyway - I'd RATHER HAVE atrocious acting

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They were protecting themselves ­ of course - they were anticipating some crime that would not even pertain to narcotics but that could involve anticipated unrestrained speech.  They were disguised - they altered their appearance in such a way as to appear as other than narcotics agents but in their attempt to blend in with the beats who were actually dressed elegantly and conservatively, unwillingly created outlandish caricatures of moldy 1940's saloon-rioting waterfront scum of  Flatulandia in pasty short-sleeve Hawaiin sport shirts. They threw the moulds away after they made these cupcakes.

Not only was I an alien to my parents, but I was an alien to my friends.

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One day I took off my jacket to try on a coat hanging on a rack and by the time I was finished, Edith had accidently sold my own jacket to a shopper. "Aw, hon, I'm seow sarry. I'll geev ya the moneee, I gaot fave dallers foor it," she was very apologetic, "I dint neew what ta cheearg foor it, dere weernt neo teag oon it or nuthin. I'm sarry, hon. Yeoo woont aunther ceoat, yeoo teak it, hon. Leok reound, deres seom perrty ceoats heer."

It had become common knowledge that I was associated with the wrong people

                                               

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She was born in Alsace Lorraine, and had an incredible accent and a very melodious voice, but one of the filthiest tongues I have ever heard. At that time "motherfucker" was a word you didn't hear much.Anybody that said motherfucker in those days, Jesus, get up and fight or else.Every other word out of her was motherfucker this and motherfucker that and just because your mother sucks a dick you don't need to think that everybody else does.