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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.

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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

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