by Count Iain Blair The beautiful blue naked women floated in front of Jim as heswam towards them, but he could never seem to get any closer.They just floated there effortlessly, watching him and smiling,graceful and mysterious. He tried one last time to reach them, butthey disappeared into the forest […]
The boy leans over, picks up a rock, and throws it. The rock hits the coyote. The animal lets out a yelp, dropping whatever was in its mouth, and taking off down the trail. The boy puts his feet on the pedals and slowly rides closer. Damp dark dirt is scattered around where the coyote was digging. Something long is protruding from under the fence but then sticks up at a right angle reaching to the sky. Still straddling his bike, the boy leans in for a closer look.
“Gross,” the boy says in an awed whisper, as he pulls out his cell phone.
by Conrad Reeder I don’t know how Hunter Thompson would have responded to the idea that the earth is a living creature. But I perceive Earth as Gaia or a Divine Entity that self-created an amazing home and she adjusts the conditions of our atmosphere for the optimal expression of life. In […]
by Wilson Krause Old folks’ homes are not the most pleasant of places. For one thing, they’re so sterile that they more closely resemble hospitals than houses. They’ve got that hospital smell, the one that makes me want to stay home and snap my compound fracture back into place by […]
by J.W.E. Askew Whether it is the sight of transsexuals strolling down the street, packed synagogues or mobs of people brawling with the police, Iran never fails to defy expectations. This is a country far more enigmatic than the land of flag-burning zealots its portrayed as in the West. Yet, beyond […]
Then there’s the story about Hunter shooting icicles off of a cabin John had rented near Woody Creek. John was not amused. They did not share a love for shooting guns.
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by: Marv Van Zandt, GonzoToday contributor In feudal Japan, the samurai were born bound to an ancient code dedicating their lives to a perpetual journey of mastering oneself. Samurai saw life’s purpose as a refining process to make tomorrow’s version of oneself better than yesterdays. In Texas we don’t have many samurai […]
I think I think too much…I think See, there I go again. It seems the process isn’t “if” it’s “when” There’s so much stored in all these cells They don’t know when to stop producing constant images from A bursting crop of themes and things, and hims and hers, And…well […]
by: Ty Reynolds 2:00 AM Watching a friend struggle to combat the effects of an intense acid trip is both infatuating and mildly terrifying. It gives rise to one of the great lists of “what-now’s?”. What the fuck do I do with this guy? Do I just sit back and […]
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