Pennylane;
i'm not going through my list and adding people.
so YOU ADD IT!
Order some golf shoes, otherwise we'll never get outta this place alive...
My name is Mackenzie,
pictures are deceiving.
I havn't found anything i'm passionatly good at yet.
I strongly dislike the movie "hostel" you sick fucks!
pictures are deceiving.
I havn't found anything i'm passionatly good at yet.
I strongly dislike the movie "hostel" you sick fucks!
Me
not you.
i am me... you are not.
end of story.
Lets say the earth is a living breathing organism.
and humans are the bacteria living on it
And when looked at as a whole (lets say from space)
a large industrial city looks like nothing more then a smoking cancer spot.
and doing nothing to help it, just ignoring it,
is the same as doulbling up on your smoking habit after learning that you have lung cancer.
So when the world ends far before its time don't look for sympathy,
you idiots brought it upon yourselves.
I also believe that i am a hypocrite
"We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline,five sheets of high
powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole multi
colored collection of uppers, downers, laughers, screamers. Also, a
quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether,
and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip,
but once you get into a serious drug collection, the tendency
is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that
really worried me was the ether. there is nothing
in the world more helpless and irresponsible
and depraved than a man in the depths of
an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into
that rotten stuff pretty soon."
"How long could
we maintain? I wondered.
How long until one of us starts
raving and jabbering at this boy? What
will he think then? This same lonely desert
was the last known home of the Manson family;
will he make that grim connection when my attorney
starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming
down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off
and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we
can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback
Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus,
did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?"
--Hunter S. Thompson
Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep
Look, there's two women fucking a polar bear!