SympathyForTheDevil Mac Martin @hell-bent-infamy - Tumblr Blog

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"Maybe that's what we need now more than ever. A useful source to store all this left over energy inexplicably saved from toiling all day in a one-way society built by pompous punks. Far too many of us have become seriously jaded along the way inside a blueprint leading straight into the bottom of the ocean. And that is exactly the kind of vicious bullshit that got us into trouble in the first place... #macmartin #writer #wanderingthroughamerica #nervousnights

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"Louisiana midday. U.S. Route 90--a vast sprawling slab of tar running straight through the bayou is jammed to the the throat with slow rolling traffic. A first look at a jangled cluster of greasy alleyways for off-course refugees and faded sewer rats of this foul century, gone to hide out for the rest of their days in the secluded backwoods." -Mac Martin/Wandering Through America: Nervous Nights in the Heart of a Turbulent Country (at New Orleans, Louisiana)

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THIS IS AN IMPORTANT ONE! Don’t ignore this in your writing!

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If we were a bit more tolerant of each other’s weaknesses, we’d be less alone. Don’t you think? I know one can live alone, but…stay. For both of us. For you and me. Give us that chance.

Certified Copy (2010), Dir. Abbas Kiarostami Abbas Kiarostami (via wordsnquotes)

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If the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you? ..‘No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via wordsnquotes)

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Walk tall, kick ass, learn to speak Arabic, love music and never forget you come from a long line of truth seekers, lovers and warriors.

Hunter S. Thompson (via soleil-de-matin)

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Music has always been a matter of Energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.

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Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the “good life”, whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.

Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman (via velvetnyc)

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Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.

Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (via larmoyante)