It's like gambling somehow. You go out for a night of drinking and you don't know where you're going to end up the next day. It could work out good or it could be disastrous. It's like the throw of the dice.
Psychedelics are almost irrelevant in a town where you can wander in a casino any time in the day or night and witness the crucifixion of a gorilla.
There was no sense in blowing everything away for the sake of some violent ape I'd never even met.
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die Angels and sailors rich girls backyard fences tents
Dreams watching each other narrowly soft luxuriant cars Girls in garages, stripped out to get liquor and clothes half gallons of wine and sixpacks of beer Jumped, humped, born to suffer made to undress in the wilderness.
I will never treat you mean
Never start no kind of scene
I'll tell you every place and person that I've been.
Always a playground instructor, never a killer
Always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over
He manouvered two girls into his hotel room
One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger
Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican
Poor boys thighs and buttock scarred by a father's belt
She's trying to rie
Story of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death games
Handsome lad, dead in a car
Confusion
No connections
Come here
I love you
Peace on earth
Will you die for me?
Eat me
This way
The end
I'll always be true
Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe
If you'll only show me Far Arden again.
I'm surprised you could get it up He whips her lightly, sardonically, with belt. Haven't I been through enough? she asks Now dressed and leaving The Spanish girl begins to bleed She says her period It's Catholic heaven I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck My chest is hard and brown Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin We could plan a murder Or start a religion.
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 galaxy 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
I'd like to meet:
I dropped by to see you
late last night
But you were out
like a light
Your head was on the floor
& rats played pool w/ your eyes
Death is a good disguise
for late at night
Wrapping all its games in its calm garden
But what happens
when the guests return
& all unmask
& you are asked
to leave
for want of a smile
I'll still take you then
But I'm your friend Thoughts in time and out of season The Hitchhiker Stood by the side of the road And leveled his thumb In the calm calculus of reason
Hi. How you doin'? I just got back into town, L.A I was out on the desert for awhile
"Riders on the storm"
Yeah. In the middle of it
"Riders on the storm"
Right...
"Into this world we're born"
Hey, listen, man, I really got a problem
"Into this world we're thrown"
When I was out on the desert, ya know
"Like a dog without a bone An actor out on loan"
I don't know how to tell you
"Riders on the storm" but, ah, I killed somebody "There's a killer on the road" No... "His brain is squirming like a toad"
It's no big deal, ya know
I don't think anybody will find out about it, but... " take a long holiday" just, ah...
"Let your children play"
this guy gave me a ride, and ah... "If you give this man a ride" started giving me a lot of trouble "Sweet family will die" and I just couldn't take it, ya know "Killer on the road" And I wasted him
Yeah AN AMERICAN PRAYER/ HOUR FOR MAGIC/ FREEDOM EXISTS/ A FEAST OF FRIENDS
Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist? filled with green death
(I touched her thigh & death smiled)
We have assembled inside this ancient & insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life & flee the swarming wisdom of the streets The barns are stormed The windows kept & only one of all the rest To dance & save us
With the divine mockery of words Music inflames temperament (When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free and 1000 Magicians arise in the land) Where are the feasts we are promised
Where is the wine The New Wine (dying on the vine) resident mockery give us an hour for magic We of the purple glove We of the starling flight & velvet hour We of arabic pleasures's breed We of sundome & the night Give us a creed To believe A night of lust Give us trust in The Night Give of color hundred hues a rich mandala
Music:
The Doors, Led Zeppelin, Jimi Hendrix, AC/DC, Pink Floyd, Black Sabbath, The Who, Blue Oyster Cult, Fiona Apple, , Danizig, Nirvana, Sublime, Doobie Brothers, Steve Miller Band, Metallica, Pantera, Soundgarden, Audioslave, Rage against the Machine, Pearl Jam, Tool, Alice in Chains, Beatles, Eric Clapton, Cream, Van Morrison, CCR, Bad Company, Animals, Crosby Stills and Nash, A Perfect Circle, Megadeth, Slayer, Iron Maiden,
Television:
Whoever controls the media, controls the mind
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Books:
The Crossraods
a place where ghosts
reside to whisper into
the ears of travellers &
interest them in their fate
Hitchhiker drinks:
"I call again on the dark
hidden gods of blood"
-Why do you call us?
You know our price. It
never changes. Death of
you will give you life
& free you from a vile
fate. But it is getting late.
-If I could see you again
& talk w/ you, & walk a
short while in your company,
& drink the heady brew
of your conversations,
I thought
-to rescue a soul already
ruined. To achieve respite.
To plunder green gold
on a pirate raid & bring
to camp the glory of old.
-As the capesman faces
poisoned horns & drinks
red victory; the soldier,
too, w/ his trophy, a
pierced helmet; & the
ledge-walker shuddering
his way into inward grace
-(laughter) Well, then. Would
you mock yourself?
-No.
-Soon our voices must become
one, or one must leave