COMPUTERS GaMES BOATS ANYthin FUN DDR if ne one wants to play MUSIC SOARing THOURH THE DENSE FOG of swapmy marsh Raoul Duke: But our trip was different. It was to be a classic affirmation of everything right and true in the national character. A gross physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country. But only for those with true grit. [to hitchhiker] Raoul Duke: And we are chock full of that, man
fun extavgant sexy red hot babes with tons of money and little brains
4th dimension
Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a main era - -the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
here was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. - Raoul Duke
ILL BLOW A SHOTGUN IN YOUR FACE
The Sand, within these walls, all classic rock, some grindcore, and The Artist Formerly known as TR Beatz
Pirates of the CArrabiean Full Metal Jacket, APCcolypse NOW , Fear And loathing in las Vegas
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