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my twisted meditation for the day : by hunter s. thompson

Hunter S. Thompson fax excerpts:

“Dear Holly,

Okay, you lazy bitch, I’m getting tired of this waterhead fuckaround that you’re doing with The Rum Diary.

We are not even spinning our wheels aggresivly. It’s like the whole Project got turned over to Zombies who live in cardboard boxes under the Hollywood Freeway… I seem to be the only person who’s doing anything about getting this movie Made. I have rounded up Depp, Benicio Del Toro, Brad Pitt, Nick Nolte & a fine screenwriter from England, named Michael Thomas, who is a very smart boy & has so far been a pleasure to talk to & conspire with…

So there’s yr. fucking Script & all you have to do now is act like a Professional & Pay him. What the hell do you think Making a Movie is all about? Nobody needs to hear any more of that Gibberish about yr. New Mercedes & yr. Ski Trips & how Hopelessly Broke the Shooting Gallery is…. If you’re that fucking Poor you should get out of the Movie Business. It is no place for Amateurs & Dilletants who don’t want to do anything but “take lunch” & Waste serious people’s Time.” …


reading this makes me want to be more like hunter… raw, true, unforgiving. only hunter can pull this off. can you imagine someone receiving a letter like this, today? you can read the full transcript here. by kl

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les valeureux


for those who read french, i might suggest this really beautiful blog. it’s called “les valeureux” which means the braves and it’s the meeting of a talented photographer and a talented writer. so one provide a picture and the other one writes a little text about it. there is a new one every day and it’s really powerfull. for those who can’t read french, just have a look at the pictures, that worth it whatever.
“La voix de Lou Reed me shootait un peu plus de minute en minute ; j’oubliai le froid, la solitude de cette ville désertée par la Semaine Sainte, cette question qui montait : « qu’est-ce que je fous là ? ». La lumière avait la liquidité opaque qu’a parfois l’East River au niveau du pont de Williamsburg : longues traînées jaunes sur une eau d’un violet sourd. Derrière : la ville, étonnamment calme depuis Brooklyn. (…)” by pp’

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quote of the day

“without friends the world is but a wilderness.
there is no man that imparteth his joys to his friends, but he joyeth the more;
and no man that imparteth his grieves to his friend, but he grieveth the less.”
– francis bacon sr.

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how beautiful: to all the killer whales…

I’m a fountain of blood, In the shape of a girl,
You’re the bird on the brim, Hypnotised by the Whirl.

Drink me, make me feel real, Wet your beak in the stream,
Game we’re playing is life, Love is a two way dream.

Leave me now, return tonight, Tide will show you the way,
If you forget my name, You will go astray Like a killer whale Trapped in a bay.

I’m a path of cinders Burning under your feet,
You’re the one who walks me I’m your one way street.

I’m a whisper in water, Secret for you to hear,
You are the one who grows distant, When I beckon you near.

I’m a tree that grows hearts, One for each that you take,
You’re the intruder hand, I’m the branch that you break.
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guess who wrote this? Ill be checking the comments and have given the obvious clue away already. a winner will be picked from from a draw and will receive a p r i z e…. by dd

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