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(Photo by Jonas Wilson) “What time is it?” “You said no hard questions!” Cher Von shot back. The two of us had stepped outside of Decca for some fresh air. The jazz was too hot, and in the moment, standing above and gazing into a healthy fire was the favorable […]
Hunter Stockton Thompson (July 18, 1937 – February 20, 2005) was an American journalist and author, and the founder of the gonzo journalism movement. “No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. […]
Senator Bernie Sanders filed a petition protesting the Democratic National Committee’s quiet lifting of a ban on donations from federal lobbyists and political action committees. There are reports from the Washington Post that the DNC surreptitiously changed the rules at some point during the last few months. There are […]
“Freedom is something that dies unless it’s used.” Hunter Stockton Thompson Day One: The Lion (Lyrics in italics by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and The Weeknd) “Gold lion’s gonna tell me where the light is Gold lion’s gonna tell me where the light is It’s an interesting idea to consider if the […]
“ Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right. I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were […]
Bill Clinton had been silent up until this week. The plaid lumberjack shirt he put on this morning reminded him of his masculinity and the days when dozens of soldiers saluted him just for getting off an airplane. As the chauffeur was letting him out of his limo to […]
Editor’s note: The below post arrived written on parchment paper flown in by a turkey buzzard with a Florida license plate attached to its tail fathers. With the written essay came a note from a “Senor Hartsvelder” informing us that the recent republican debate had caused Dr. Bones severe stress and infected his home […]
A Handle On Truth And this is the part in the Dream when I Fly The part where I can easily look people in the Eye And hear my Truth, Buzzing, Outside my Mind This Time The Irony of How Silent the Truth Is The Illusion of Depression that […]
by Stephen Aloysius Bischoff Living in a world so cold you gotta be tough as buffalo nuts Fur mane so thick you can’t run fingers Through haphazardly braided knots Born with a second skin, a skeleton hidden in the basement When the master calls at night for what […]
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