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------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.
----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.
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“Every now and then when life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only real cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas. To relax as it were, in the womb of the desert sun. Just roll the roof back and screw it on, grease the face with white tanning butter, and move out with the music at top volume, and at least a pint of ether.” - HST
“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”
- Hunter S. Thompson
A lie requires two people. One to tell it and one to believe it. Or as often is the case, many to believe it. Two basic entities. The speaker and the audience. The easiest thing in the world is a lie. And the easiest lie to tell is one that absolves the audience of any and all responsibility.
So sit there and tell yourself that you are a good person and you deserve a good life. God is on your side. And the liars will agree with you and they will help you. They will help you, help them, take away your money, life, love, health, and humanity.
Please stand with your fellow Americans and OCCUPY! Take back America!
OCCUPY YOURSELF! OCCUPY YOUR LIFE! OCCUPY WALL STREET! OCCUPY AMERICA!!!
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I am offering up this free copy I wrote, as long as you attribute it to Bill O’Reilly, Glen Beck, Rush Limbaugh, or other appropriate right wing crank.
I am offering it in the hopes that the right wing media will pick it up and run with it as it is sound propaganda. The fear is that Occupy Wall Steet is being pegged more and more some left wing, socialist horse shit and not a real movement by the people and for the people, to help expose the corrupt and unconstitutional marriage of money and OUR government.
Thank you and Mahalo,
The Ghost of Hunter S. Thompson
You filthy animal! I’m working on some stupid big project and I keep screwing up the size of me drawings. I should start over but this hash infused icecream is not going to eat itself. Thank God for computers. I’ll just scan it in when I’m done, blow it up 103%, and it’ll look like shit.
Do cyborgs make shitty crafts? and can they legally call it handmade? Those shit sucking hyena’s…
Top ten ways to make LOST better according to HST
#10 kill em all!
#9 kill em all except the ladies
#8 MESCALINE
#7 depraved fucking savages!
#6 Wheres my drink?!
#5?
“Hey Hunter! Come back were not done…”
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Mustache - I Got A (Mustache!)
Hey Mustache Fans! This song is fuckalicious! Listen to it on repeat while reading my Mustache novella on Tumblr.
My mustache book is just like the bible; in that it is poorly written, full of vague pop culture references and if you don’t believe that every misplaced comma is the work of the Lord… well yer going to HELL!!!
P.S. Tuesdays will now be known as WYT (Whore Yourself Tuesdays)
I came across this little HST gem doing some research for my forth coming online moustache novel.
stay tuned…
congrats on the election GOP
