Monday, May 24, 2010
SAMO
Still of Basquiat writing graffiti from the film Downtown 81, 1981. If you haven't seen it yet, shame on your face.
Stee zy
He says he's jealous of the moon, because you look at it. He's jealous of the sun, because it warms you. He says, "I feel you, even when I'm not feeling you. I talk to you when I'm not talking to you. I love you, even when I'm not loving you."... -JMB
Friday, May 21, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Gonzoism
Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. A normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side. This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop heart. Make the bastard chase you. He will follow. But he won't know what to make of your blinker signal that says you are about to turn right. This is to let him know you're pulling off for a proper place to talk. It will take him a moment to realize that he's about to make a 180 degree turn at speed, but you will be ready for it. -Raoul Duke (Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas)
Friday, May 14, 2010
They got it now Robbie
Anyone that said drugs kill were right. Neil is killing it HARD here. Cheers to the Last Waltz!
Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio...
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Every Last Drop
"Human relationships didn't work anyhow. Only the first two weeks had any zing, then the participants lost their interest. Masks dropped away and real people began to appear: cranks, imbeciles, the demented, the vengeful, sadists, killers. Modern society had created its own kind and they feasted on each other. It was a duel to the death--in a cesspool."
— Charles Bukowski (Women: A Novel)
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don’t hate nothing at all Except hatred..
Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Make everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It’s easy to see without looking too far That not much is really sacred.
Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Make everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It’s easy to see without looking too far That not much is really sacred.
Monday, May 10, 2010
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