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this year i will definately drink more sake. sleep more during the day, preferably on the beach. avoid bad things, indulge in good things. not worry so much about making every single party--float around on my own schedule and enjoy the company of the people i meet (and reunite with!). one word--MOJITOS.
must see SOS/Desyn Masiello. i need it to live.
must see at least one sunrise over the beach.
must eat one real meal a day.
"Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish—a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow—to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested . . . Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll."
—Gonzo Papers, Vol. 2: Generation of Swine: Tales of Shame and Degradation in the '80s, 1988
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there comes a time when the operation of the machine is so odious that you cannot even tacitly participate. you've got to place your bodies on the gears, the wheels, all the mechanism. you've got to indicate to those who own it and those who run it, that unless you are free, the machine will be prevented from working at all.
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