"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 multicolored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers...also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of budweiser, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls...but the only thing that worried me was the ether. There was nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible than a man in the depths of an ether binge..."

- Hunter S. Thompson

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

if you want to sing out, sing out


If you want to sing out, sing out
If you want to be free, be free
There's a million things to be
You know that there are

I love you, Cat Stevens
You and your guitar sing peace anthems
That lull my mind to sleep and my fears to their graves
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