Bourbon, Beatniks & Ballads

Pynchonian-Pirate. LSD fueled telekinetic Yeti. Star Traveler. Spice Eater. Reader of Bones.

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Sculpture garden in az

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Missing the hell out of climbing today. Might give the meat suit until January and try it again.

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Library Bar - Auckland, New Zealand

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This reading nook / reading cabin life. 📷 by Lennart Pagel

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Kurt Vonnegut's 8 Rules for Writing

1) Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.

2) Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.

3) Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water. 4) Every sentence must do one of two things—reveal character or advance the action. 5) Start as close to the end as possible. 6) Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them-in order that the reader may see what they are made of. 7) Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia. 8) Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To hell with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.

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The Misadventures of A flying craft

a portal hole opened wide

in the sky so high above

swirling colors 

of black and blue

from the hole

a rocket emerges

beaten and rusty 

speeding fast

dangerous vibrations

with magnetic oscillations 

it flies towards the atmosphere

burning orange and red

screaming towards the ocean

ejecting fast an alien creature 

overlord or peacemaker 

time will tell

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This is how I feel at parties. babbling about a lot of pseudo philosophical ideas like a god damn crazy person while drinking heavily. 

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Aldous Huxley Interview 1958

Aldous Huxley shares his visions and fears for this brave new world.

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Sometimes

Sometimes life is shit Or so exhausting one must hit the bottle And sink into an inevitable depression of Mind numbing boredom That life is controlled by powers and regimes Who dictate the life we all live And all one can do is accept it and sate Your appetite for anarchy with consumerism and mediocrity Sometimes it's great Or just neutral, all one can do is say fuck it And do what one must to live as they sit fit So it goes.

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Whiskey Poetry

random particles of cross colored light 

filter through the amorphous membrane

sliding their way into my conscious thought

they coerce my critical faculties 

into numbness rendering 

me forward in the direction of

my solace from the ivory tower

through the rust colored doors

into the kingdom of perpetual 

inebriates and social smokers

yet free from the machinations of

the fraternity hucksters howling their trade

to the shallow minded and sexual deviants

i find my place, my throne at the green bottle

aged ten years, to soak my misery, my woes in

sardonic smiles and contempt 

for the uninitiated. 

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The World is Going up in Flames sung by Charles Bradley & The Menahan Street Band

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Saul Williams "Coded Language"

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Hunter S. Thompson on Charlie Rose. 

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R.L. Burnside "Poor Black Mattie"

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Thompson Thoughts Of Paranoia

In the early morning hours after a night of drinking and conversing with friends I cannot help but here Thompson's voice in my head barking his truthful insane ramblings like some kind of surreal conscience. I see myself aback at the bar, starting classy then going through pitchers of beers while smoking and laughing about inane activities of everyday life. Reflecting on former campus life when I would wander outside, deep in thought allowing my mind to detect where I walk, reveling in the stillness of night as the energy of the day settled down and died. I hear the occasional faint rustle of leaves and snippets of conversation from someone's dorm window. I will not revel in the nostalgia of the past but remember fondly with all its bloody flaws.