Damn it, Hunter!
Feb. 25th, 2005 07:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
You should have gone out in one last, glorious mescaline fueled binge. You should have been shot while running naked across the field at the Super Bowl, waving a phony bomb, looking out for giant polka dotted bats and chugging a bottle of Wild Turkey in one hand all the while smoking a bowl of premium hash in that pipe of yours!
How in the wild, blue hell could you go in such a hopelessly mundane way as suicide?
You stupid, stupid, stupid son of a bitch.
Reincarnation had by God better be true, because you owe us a glorious death, you magnificent bastard.
How in the wild, blue hell could you go in such a hopelessly mundane way as suicide?
You stupid, stupid, stupid son of a bitch.
Reincarnation had by God better be true, because you owe us a glorious death, you magnificent bastard.
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Date: 2005-02-26 01:51 am (UTC)Well said friend!
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Date: 2005-02-26 03:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-26 04:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-26 04:19 am (UTC)Besides, I've got to get up tomorrow so I can be at the post office before it closes and mail out a certain videotape. ;)
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Date: 2005-02-26 04:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-26 04:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-26 05:02 am (UTC)And what's your opinion...is it as terrible as Ritz thinks it is, or is it good in that bad sort of way?
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Date: 2005-02-26 05:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-26 05:49 am (UTC)I mean...c'mon...Bitchin' in the Kitchen, Little Black Dress...what's not to like?
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Date: 2005-02-26 02:47 pm (UTC)I thought you were talking about my tape.
*stops pouting*
*sigh*
I'll be patient.........ish! ;p
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Date: 2005-02-26 11:14 pm (UTC)I had a 30 minute driving lesson from
I really miss having stick. I'm hoping that my next car will be one :)
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Date: 2005-02-26 04:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-26 05:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-26 05:39 am (UTC)I've been there, myself. I didn't do anything about it, obviously, but it always irritates me when people just dismiss it out of hand.
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Date: 2005-02-26 05:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-26 07:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-26 08:26 am (UTC)(I still have the key, sweetheart.)
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Date: 2005-02-26 12:59 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-02-26 06:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-26 10:43 pm (UTC)Hunter S. Thompson quotes on death:
Date: 2005-03-02 06:06 pm (UTC)The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it
because the only people who really know where it is
are the ones who have gone over.
Bush is really the evil one here and it is more than
just him. We are the Nazis in this game and I don't
like it. I am embarrassed and I am pissed off. I mean
to say something. I think a lot of people in this
country agree with me - a lot than that are saying
anything...we'll see what happens to me if I get my
head cut off next week -- it is always unknown or
bushy-haired strangers who commit suicide right
afterwards with no witnesses.
One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered
mutant never even considered for mass production. Too
weird to live, and too rare to die.
My concept of death for a long time was to come down
that mountain road at a hundred and twenty and just
keep going straight right there, burst out through the
barrier and hang out above all that . . . and there
I'd be sitting in the front seat, stark naked, with a
cast of whiskey next to me, and a case of dynamite in
the trunk . . . honking the horn, and the lights on,
and just sit there in space for an instant, a human
bomb, and fall down into that mess of steel mills.
It'd be a tremendous goddamn explosion. No pain. No
one would get hurt. I'm pretty sure, unless they've
changed the highway, that launching place is still
there. As soon as I get home, I ought to take a drive
just to check it out.
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