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Fear and Loathing |
Fear and loathing kinsmen fallen
disembowled into the tomb of pot headed popcorn hits a boat ride into
the supersonic misfits under the boardwalk of fame the reincarnation of
dead beatniks unable to create the dreams of devoured youth foreplay a twentieth century pivot swing away
from the grandoise nirvana of their forefathers who spat skunk on
tile sweat traps for the rat race junkie snaps making a bee line on railroads the vein thread of utopia forever arriving in nowhere
going nowhere byproducts catching the late night cop shows for a hundred dollar
twist the telescopic fist through the key hole and into a crack den
motel room slunk into never ending roads that bleed across salt deserts dust
bowl jesters on a journey in time reviving the mystic present to
hurtle through life on a cannonball heading to new heights the Las
Vagas lights the epicentre of king canute who died at the hands of
witches a cauldron full of sex crazed kennedy dreamers who lapsed
into knee jerk assassins before the wanton fire the fire that spasm
of rage hurtled corpses of zombies launched from a coyote chaingang
underpinning the lucid pall bearer hung up on tenter hooks laid
bare the wanton attack took the hits who gives a fcuk they dont
limitless in the round cinemascope frenzied whirlpool beacons shine on forever
no latent indicators reform but deform in deceptive headlights that blind the minds eye
gimps flipping through pages within a four hundred year old manuscript belie the uppercase autocrat spitting cyanide time all hail the
fixed ambiguity mirror machine a terminal identity court upon mixing libidograph decks those facsimile delta blues drunk
on rum seasons the hells angels shock tactics next door shut the fcuk
up leather bound gonzos pumped up roadsters rampaging along moon rise
road slash the tyres throw bodies on pyres release the gauntlet....get the picture?
ever watchful under the gonzo glare
Hunter S Thompson 20th feb 05
JD & Coke
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