It is simply extraordinary to read these missives over a half century later. Take note of HST’s phrasing, which point the way to Fear and Loathing. Enjoy his outrage, which crackles off of the page like dry lightning in a tinder dry forest.
I just hate the company for no real reason. Plus, the logo reminds me of a circumcised penis. It could be a cockeyed smile or a whimsical grin, doesn’t matter. I still feel like I’m getting screwed. Boycott the patriarchy!
We had to run the gauntlet of toothless meth-heads pushing cotton candy, towering Cenobites waving multi-colored, flashing neon light sabers inches from our faces and dejected clowns tooting cryptic Morse Code signals into our ears with their horns.
[Leonard] Cohen was the anti-Trump. Any and all forms of (soul-resonate) poetry stand as a rebuke to the crass reality show con man’s narcissism. US capitalism works as reverse alchemy: it transforms gold into shit-dust.