Dragging my little rope up the sides of HUGE cliffs, NOT EATING ANY MEAT, listening to fucking loud metal, listening to loud reggae, drinking tasty organic coffee, meeting interesting new people, skiing impossibly hard steep lines, PREPARING FOR THE APOCALYPSE, smoking the reefer, carrying a pack over many miles, dreaming of new tattoos, playing with big handguns, riding my many bicycles, climbing mountains, getting wicked strong, eating yummy organic vegetables, ROADTRIPPING LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER, cooking dank food for lovely people and lovin' life.
zombies, lovers, rastas, greasers, beautiful people and foreigners.....
THE EXTRAORDINAIRES, MODEST MOUSE, MURDER BY DEATH, THE BLACK DAHLIA MURDER, BAND OF HORSES, THE CAPTAIN AND ME, ST. THOMAS, OLD CROW MEDICINE SHOW & WU-TANG CLAN. And anything any of my homies makes...
V FOR VENDETTA, Into the Wild, The Mist, Batman Begins, everything Terry Gilliam has ever directed, Donnie Darko, Ghosts of Cite Soleil, Lost in Translation, Garden State, Dawn of the Dead, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Kevin Smith movies, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Say Anything, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Royal Tenenbaums, Tim Burton, 28 Days Later, Adaptation, Alien,Brazil, VINCENT, John Waters and LOTR
Kill your television.Oh, and The Wire.
HUNTER S. THOMPSON, The Food Revolution, The Long Emergency, Kingdom of Fear, Climbing Free, The Alchemist, Conscious Eating, On the Road, The Little Prince, The Road, Chronicles of Narnia, On the Ridge Between Life and Death, The Great Gatsby, Fast Food Nation, Nourishing Traditions, Wicked, The Teachings of Don Juan, The Art of Happiness, Terrence McKenna, LOTR trilogy, The Art of War, The Four Agreements
Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish— a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow— to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested....
Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.
- Hunter S. Thompson
"Nothing. There was nothing in this isolation. But, there can be so much in nothing. This is the kind of emptiness that fills the mind and body with the richness of life. Yuri was fasting- a rite of passage- a duty he was more than willing to perform for the village that had nursed him, fed him, and gave him the tools to make his own way in this world. Only, this passage would not soon be over..."