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google telephone 411
Welcome to Google Voice Local Search
Google Voice Local Search is Google’s experimental service to make local-business search accessible over the phone.
To try this service, just dial 1-800-GOOG-411 (1-800-466-4411) from any phone.
Using this service, you can:
* search for a local business by name or category.
You can say "Giovanni's Pizzeria" or just "pizza".
* get connected to the business, free of charge.
* get the details by SMS if you’re using a mobile phone.
Just say "text message".
And it's free. Google doesn’t charge you a thing for the call or for connecting you to the business. Regular phone charges may apply, based on your telephone service provider.
Note: Google Voice Local Search is still in its experimental stage. It may not be available at all times and may not work for all users. We’re fine-tuning the service to get better at recognizing your requests. It’s currently only available in English, in the US, for US business listings.
Friday, March 30, 2007
pimp

I Saw The Most Minds Of My Time
I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by success and sloth. Smug jewish poets turned businesswoman
Who rode the National Endowment For the Arts Pimp train, ignoring Captain Crunch and his magic whistle.
I saw the best minds of my generation loitering At closed down amusement parks Disguised as hobo tramps standing in long lines, In hope of becoming a Amtrak Railway detective Self-proclaimed geniuses tossing restlessly in their sleep
Like a pair of naked dice on a worn Las Vegas craps table
Their ragged claws scraping at death's widows son, I saw the best minds of my generation Lying lifeless in glass bottles Hands folded in gratification Their vacant eyes blinking like a coma
I saw the best minds of my generation Hanging out at Reno topless bars Searching for infidelity, fat and content Smoking HomeGrown Skunk Stone-faced magicians on their way to the graveyard
Three steps behind the screaming badmonkey grinder
With the one-eyed monkey masturbating on his back
I saw the best minds of my generation
Looking like James Bond understudies
Cruising the casinos of Reno and Las Vegas
In between being chauffeured through the
Neon lit streets of Atlantic City
Looking for the Now, Wow vision of their
Personal Zen masters
Pretty-faced aging celebrities
Hungry for the admiration connection
Who carried the star fuck media message
Inside their chemically induced minds
Who wealthy and overcome with ego
Wandered the streets butter-cheeked
And Crisco greased in search of
15 minutes of fame
I saw the best minds of my generation
Walking down Hollywood and Vine
Tossing and turning in exclusive spas
Ignoring the long lines of hungry eyes
Waiting to devour them
Who floated across congested Los Angeles freeways
Looking for the right off-ramp
Stopping to partake the pleasure of heated
Swimming pools and Roman orgy bath houses
All the time contemplating their navels
And recording contracts
I saw the best minds of my generation
Bare their not so tight assholes
To aging agents wrapped in silk sheets
Autographed by the King of the Beats
I saw the best minds of my generation
Gangbanging ageless groupies
From San Francisco to New York and back While accumulating frequent flyer miles Sad-eyed space cadets from the C Slater School of bad lost boys
I saw the best minds of my generation Expelled from luxury hotels for writing
Bad graffiti in the men's room Who necked in the back alley of Gino
And Carlo's bar while hawking where
Poetry in between ATM withdrawals
I saw the best minds of my generation cowering
In New York subways on there way to literary parties
Lusting after host and hostess alike
I saw the best minds of my generation
Standing naked in fear
Burning out there counterfeit talent
At Sardi's and Elaine's
As the final hours came closing in on them
I saw the best minds of my generation
Listen in terror as the 4-walls came crashing
Down on them
Lady obscurity coming to claim them
Like a faceless hat check girl
Let loose in the morgues of America







