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by Kidman J. Williams Calling all potheads, it is your turn to give back to society by just simply indulging your late-night flower cravings. It is that amazing time of the year when the Girl Scouts of America begin to learn the triumphs and failures of sales through cookie sales. […]
by Kidman J. Williams Death, don’t you even glance at Dick Van Dyke in 2024. Not once, not even a little bit in his direction. In the year of our Lord, 2023, Death took many great actors, comedians, musicians, and a number of other talented people. Yet, every year Keith […]
As we have moved beyond the restrictive COVID lifestyle, local bands have been tenaciously working to get their music recorded and out to fans. They have hit the road and are playing gigs. Live shows happen every night somewhere. Combined this with bands choosing to put their music on vinyl means that people are buying music again as they did in the past.
Or as John Lennon said: “Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives. I think we’re being run by maniacs for maniacal ends and I think I’m liable to be put away as insane for expressing that. That’s what’s insane about it.”
Art had somehow instantly produced a tiny coke spoon with a small mound of gleaming white crystals and slowly waved it under her nostril. And somehow it seemed completely natural for Suze to hold a forefinger to block her other nostril and sharply inhale the proffered drug. It packed a kick, she realized at once. Stuff was for real.
I’m angry and sickened that 60 years later that I feel compelled to write this article for Gonzo Today. I’d rather be doing almost anything else. But if I don’t do this, I’ll hate myself tomorrow.
by Kidman J. Williams This is it! The time of year when families get together and watch horror movies, buy/make costumes, and carve their pumpkins with fiendish faces to light their porches and hope that no idiotic teenagers destroy them in the street in front of their houses. Halloween is […]
From his parking spot down the street, Imants recoiled in his seat. Now Suze was with… That Guy. He reached into the Gladstone bag, and pulled out the gun again, and then threw it back in the bag.
The trip to Vegas was boring. Well, mostly. I was alone, hot (I hate airco and seldom use it) and grumpy, if simultaneously mildly amused. I was driving to Vegas to bet a grand on the San Francisco 49ers to win the Super Bowl.
by Kidman J. Williams American Nazism is arguably the greatest example of an oxymoron that the United States has ever seen. Yet, here we are in 2023 still dealing with these hateful imbeciles whom hide behind the blanket of conservatism, extreme nationalism, and child safety. Their newest newsworthy escapade found […]
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