What's left
What do you say about a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death? If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring rain on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of black poison scum right before your eyes, there is not much left except TV and relentless masturbation.
-Hunter S. Thompson, Generation of Swine
I’ve been reading letters from this book before bed each night. I think this is generally a bad idea and not recommended. My dreams have become even weirder and darker than usual, and less sexual. This is the sort of literature that should be saved for inspiration before or during important mental struggles, not before you try to flip the goodnight switch.
Tonight I’m reading a few passages before finishing the dialogue for a Woodchuck animation. Hopefully something will rub 78u off. I just crushed a mosquito into my keyboard. He died so that I may type.
AQ
We make videos from videos, from computers for computers, of the people, by the people, for the people.
Reordering reality since 2005.
