too_weird_to_live_too_rare_to_die paste! summary. 010615 ... NinNy Nu Nu I'm bord with life, I wonder what it is like to die? 010616 ... god we all get to find out 010616 ... bill bixby pictures_of_me_naked 011203 ... dB There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die. And that, I think, was the handle---that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting---on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark---the place where the wave finally broke and rolled back. How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me? We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of uppers, downers, laughers, screamers... Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get 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. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. 011203 ... roomite... Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas... 011203 ... adrenochrome birdmad "As your attorney, i advise you to take a hit out of the small brown bottle in my shaving bag." read that book eight years ago in the midst of my own acid_fueled_psychosis i thought for sure i was never gonna come back down 011203 ... paste! "tell you me you brought the fucking golf shoes!" 011203 ... Raoul Duke In a land where your only concern is remembering to ash your cigarette. 040128 what's it to you? who go blather from