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Crumpled I lay, hugging a can of olives

within my bare cleavage. This is home,

the comfort of openness, exposure, fearing

not what may creep along, unseen, and dart… 362 more words

Poetic Nothings

Hunter S. Thompson: Ten years on from the demise of the godfather of Gonzo.

“There he goes, one of God’s own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind, never even considered for mass production.
Too weird to live, and too rare to die.”

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Required Reading Part 2

A while back, I wrote a post about some of the best books that I’d had to read over the course of my academic career. These were books that I might not have read had they not been on the syllabus for a class. 462 more words


Leaving Las Vegas

Trying to wrap my mind around the past five years and what it all meant. I’ve got nothing. Except for this excerpt from one of my favorite books, by one of my favorite authors: 53 more words


- Hunter S Thompson -

(Rum Diary)

(Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas)

I presume it was because of Johnny Depp that I found Hunter S Thompson an interesting read, 49 more words

Books & Songs

Bored of Johnny Depp

Okay, I admit.

I’m a crank.

And a curmudgeon.

In fact, it would probably be safe to say that I am a curmudgeonly caustic crank, with an apartment in cynic city. 896 more words

Books For Those Who Do Not Read

Hello, it’s been a while! I’m sorry for not posting; I’ve been busy with college and work ( I’m a general assistant in a care home), which has meant this blog has been slightly neglected. 476 more words