my god. let me not go to dallas and florida.

gettin out on tour yall. will be around though. stay warm

I wish that i had some yellow pants

circulation through the bucket.

silly that the physical often takes the first abuse of the absence of the mind.

ripping off lately:

Where are we going? I asked him.
"I don't know," he said. "Just driving".
"But this road does not go anywhere," I told him.
"That doesn't matter."
"What does?" I asked, after a little while.
"Just that we're on it, dude," he said

Stuart: i'm glad we grow underwater
Jayson: like seaweed
>Stuart: brie weed
... oceans of cheese
and not a cracker for miles

i think i'll always love the index finger

right on.

"There are times, however, and this is one of them, when even being right feels wrong. What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death? If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring breeze on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of black poison right in front of your eyes, there is not much left except TV and relentless masturbation. It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die."
_Gonzo Papers, Vol. 2: Generation of Swine: Tales of Shame and Degradation in the '80s, 1988
Hunter S. Thompson