Sometimes, When the weather is hot,
I think to myself about a murderous plot
the one in which Forward and Backward are torn
From the halos and wings
to the pitchforks and horns
I for one find the most common of calm
When I'm smashing my enemies
with the skin of my palm
there's forty two nights in this bloody rampage
and the last time I saw her
just 19 years of age
Those eyes burn with anguish
the sort meant to be feared
from tyrants to policemen
The powerful shed tears
I've thrown scrap metal to the winds
of chance and possibility
For the first time she stared
and I questioned my ability
To simply Speak a word
a sentence. a thought.
concrete. abstract.
collected. distraught.

and I failed.

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It has been quite some time. But still we shine.

you are my dazzling array of one million colored lights,
dancing and blinking in pulsating rhythm
to the beating of our hearts.

If all our biggest fears and dreams
got played out on movie screens
or enjoyed by quiet observers
gasping whispers in between
i'd still be loving you

you are my beatific vision
take things as they come
we're all in this together
but WE'RE together
for this.

I know the kind of love you have
because I have it too.
syncopation
heart be free
love while we can

as i start
as i enjoy
as i finish my day
i think of you.

Hunter S. Thompson commits Suicide.


##Part 1 of many probably.
Of all of the horrible headlines, of all of the atrocities happening constantly that I read on a DAILY basis, this is the worst.

My hero. Gone. Just like That.

What the fuck do I even begin to say here?
He's impacted my life so profoundly that I don't even know where to go, and it's like 2 hours into the news of knowing. I am utterly speechless.

If it helps, this is what I managed to write on someone else's blog:

I know you won't be able to read the email I supplied to make this comment but, for the record, it's "HunterS@forpresident.com"

In essence, he was my president. He has guided me far more than any "legitimate" political leader ever could. He has taught me about truth, justice, corruption, depravity, loneliness, love, and shit the list could go on forever.. Above all he taught me Freedom. Truly unbridled freedom. A man who never stopped TRULY living life for one moment, constantly expanding (more like utterly annihilating)the boundaries of thought and literature. Hunter will be missed. His guidance will have to come elsewhere, from the spirit he has instilled in all of those who have ever read and appreciated his work. His character seems so clear in my mind, I can almost see how he'd react to this news had he read it himself, though I'll hardly get into that here.
His life exists for all of us to view and appreciate. He is immortal. Appropriately, this may have been his final spoof to us all. He'll never die, and we're damn fools who deserve to be publically humiliated for thinking such ridiculous things.

RIP HST

Selah,
Mahalo,
Res Ipsa Loquitor.

Too much to handle. I don't know if I can sleep or move or what. More later.

!NUKE NUCLEAR NUKE!

Any time you throw that word into the world of news, it raises eyebrows. I think that's the only real reason we haven't used nukes since Nagasaki and Hiroshima. We figured, history will document this graphically enough. Shit, if we do it once this will resonate upon all globally concious humans for hundreds of years, several if we're lucky. I'm not even so sure Iran has the capability to build a nuclear weapon. Uranium enrichment facilities are dramatically different than weapons facilities, I should know: I have seven in my basement. The workers come and go, though my neighbors have started to become suspicious of the transport buses zooming in and out every morning. My plant DOT manager has informed me that an underground rail system should be installed, but quite frankly I don't have that kind of fucking money. Not in this weak economy. Not with that bloodthirsty Nazi stealing all of my hard earned cash. We're all businessmen, but not all of us understand the market so well. I suppose my income is decent, especially considering I am headlining an industry in which our products never really come to use. We get paid to just have those oversized radioactive soup cans around the office.
That has always been my dream and driving ambition: My name on the Most Wanted List; along those of serial rapists and madmen hell bent on world domination. Why not? I was never cut out for a 9 to 5 anyway.

Republican or Democrat, this is World War III.
Don't try to fool yourself or downplay the status: we're fucked.

Ho. Cha cha cha.

Never underestimate the power of yourself. Your mind can do beautiful and amazing things. Just feed it the right substance.

By god you're missing out. In nano-seconds, the reality of our grim situation became very clear: We are doomed to destroy each other, and if we don't do it a higher form of life will. Purely out of pity. The human race has become an eyesore to the rest of the universe. We were given everything we would need to survive for several million years (assuming no global disasters or moments of random catastrophic destruction occur) and we've taken it into our own hands to kill off and destroy a good majority of those limited resources given to us. Well, nothing was ever a hand down and you have to work for every piece of food you'll ever eat, young Johnny.. So get the shovel, because some fecal matter is in dire need of removal. And that's your job at this point. Really though, I'm not saying we were "given" anything.. but over millions (billions?) of years of evolution and global change our current layout became the Earth we've come to know over the last several thousand. Without our utterly ridiculous inventions, the world would probably be in good enough shape to survive with us. But now it's tough to tell: Who will go first? The Species, or the host organism to which they are dependent (ie Earth). We might even be lucky enough to see it in our lifetime. Armageddon, HA! You wish you'd get off so easy. As a simple carbon lifeform (that's all I am, believe me.. I've checked) I know my unexistence holds very little in the realm of entertainment.

Not many maggots are good at song and dance, especially when no one is watching.

Can we just carry out the will of one another and be at fucking peace? How long, oh great someone, will it take before these ignorant ponce bastards realize that together we are a species. We're not a race, ethnicity, religious group, or whatever possible label you'd wish to brand a group of people: We're Human. The worst animal of all. And "peace" is quite possible. I hate using that word, because I can see the skid marks in it's under garments. George was never very good at wiping his ass, that's why someone generally does it for him.

Goodness, Let's try to get outside and enjoy this fine day shall we?

i'm going to prick your finger and play with your blood, sugar.
pathetic diabolical diabetic .

the inconsistency in your laughter
leads me to believe
you're making just that.
believe?

common little red wagon took precedence over your new beliefs, pagan
for the heretic must flare his wit before the entire court
to prove he is - indeed - not a witch
though this says nothing of his heart
or of it's color. black. pitch.