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by Bradley James Weber “. . . an amphetamine-paced series of cartoon-like sketches, centered on two hapless acid abusers who come to seem like the bastard descendants of Don Quixote and Sancho Panzo.” –– William Stephenson, Gonzo Republic William Stephenson’s description of Hunter Thompson’s masterwork, Fear and Loathing in Las […]
by Saira Viola illustration by Bronwen Griffiths Gonzo Today salutes one of the founding fathers of Punk nobility: Dave Parsons — proudly anti establishment and a global icon of rebellion — the original co-lyricist with Jim Pursey and guitarist for Sham 69. Dave sheds light on his gritty way to […]
We were somewhere near Eden Prairie, on the edge of the Twin Cities, when I cracked open a can of Hamm’s. “My stomach ain’t feelin’ too good,” Duke grumbled. “I think I had too many tacos for lunch. One of you guys needs to take a turn behind the wheel.” […]
Inspired by real childhood poverty in Las Vegas USA by Saira Viola art by Unitas Her day was punched with silence And shredded with hand me down promises Only 10 summers young and already her dreams are splintered with hate. Through the filmy curtain of her left eye There […]
Hunter S. Thompson interviewed at the Hotel Jerome Bar in Aspen for Grassroots TV12 to discuss the status of the Nixon administration and the charges against Vice President Spiro Agnew. October 1973.
by David C. Philips This past night there has been uproar in Kentucky politics. Some bigoty douchebag has been elected Governor and for some fucking reason people are shocked, surprised, and rightfully infuriated. I’ve recently lost an Ireland Rugby club hat that was given to me by a dear friend…meant […]
by Cody S. Decker This year’s Carnegie Classics event is going to be celebrating Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Kentucky’s own literary outlaw, Hunter S. Thompson. On Saturday November 7th, the Carnegie Center is going to look as if it were a scene peeled directly from the […]
by Mario Burns The night before my nightmare Sitting in my chair I begin to fade out at some point Wake up downtown There is blood on my hands and shirt I rush home; pull the covers over my head Close my eyes Before I fall asleep, the alarm […]
by FROGG CORPSE There are no decorations, When I look out and see, A neighborhood too plain Communities withering. Trees leaves die too quick Too long to wait unfold. A canopy of sky My mind it ebbs and flows. The houses all line up Chipped paint, bark, and beast […]
by JB Quietly hanging in the back of the shed was a rope with 13 knots he had crafted for his head. An old red shed, covered in tarps, with boards for walls and dented paint cans for art. Clothed in snails and webs, scorpions and death, there hung his faithful […]
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