There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right. That we were winning. And that, I think, was the handle: That sense of inevitable victory over the forces of old and evil. Not in any mean or military sense. We didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. We had all the momentum.——hunter s. thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
i learnt a lot this week
she went into the bathroom and she never reappeared
they opened up the door and she was lying on the floor
covered up in sores , she wasnt pretty anymore
i thought of an old friend
he went round the bend
buckfast for his breakfast he was hardcore to the end
he shaved of all his eyebrows ‘coz they made him paranoid
he died alone and desperate in an empty void
but please don’t get me wrong
i love these streets
i love the way the blood falls on concrete
i love the way the scum comes out at night
i love to feel the blood for the fight
i love to feel the wind
it blows away my sins
forget about the glass fight only then we can begin
begin to open bottles and close off all our thoughts
a bunch of fuckin’ cretins sitting , letting in the rot
i want to be a fish and jump right on your dish
i want to be a genie , yeah and grant myself a wish
i wish i could get back all the memories i’ve lost
get back all the good times i have missed and to what cost
but please don’t get me wrong i love these streets
i love the way the taken ladies cheat
i love the way it hurts to say goodbye
i love the way the dust gets in your eye
if i dont leave i will stay in this place
forever and a day
well i am Jekyll and i am Hyde , my dear
I’ll only be Hyde if i stay
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