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"He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man."
Dr. Johnson

"We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold."
Hunter S. Thompson aka Duke Raul

"The sporting editors had also given me $300 in cash, most of which was already spent on extremely dangerous drugs. The trunk of the car looked like a mobile police narcotics lab. We had two bags of grass, seventy - five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high - powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi - colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. All this had been rounded up the night before, in a frenzy of high - speed driving all over Los Angeles County - from Topanga to Watts, we picked up everything we could get our hands on. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked 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."
Hunter S. Thompson aka Duke Raul

Razor blades floating in the warm bath air bubbles in your veins turning my hands black whispers coming from the next room window cleaner keeps on SPYING I put my hands up to my eyes but the HOLES in my PALMS let me find a way to corner me twelve (12) hammer for my breakfast slipping of the edge in catatonic blood multiple decibel inscriptions trying all they can in miles an hour...
Anathema


Well I guess You took my youth I gave it all away Like the birth of a New-found joy This love would end in rage And when she died I couldn't cry The pride within my soul You left me incomplete Memories now unfold. Believe the word I will unlock my door And pass the Cemetery gates
PanterA

Trust and you'll be trusted - says the liar to the fool, lust and so what if you're busted - in love and war there ain't
no rules. Do you believe in forever - i don't even believe in tomorrow, the only thing that last forever - are memories and sorrow.
Type O Negative

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