holden caulfield v. 3.33

"put on some make-up/ turn on the eight track/ i'm pullin' the wig down from the shelf/..."

Current Music- Bob Dylan~ Highway 61

Satan's bikini wax, i love this song.

S'wonderful.

Poor, poor HST. With a bit of luck his ashes will be shot out of a cannon with Johnny Depp at the fuse. Hah. In Vegas. Or Barstow.

Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas Quote Time

Raoul Duke: There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
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Raoul Duke: You better take care of me Lord, if you don't you're gonna have me on your hands.
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Raoul Duke: With a bit of luck, his life was ruined forever. Always thinking that just behind some narrow door in all of his favorite bars, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he'll never know.
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Raoul Duke: Bazooko's Circus is what the world would be doing every Saturday night if the Nazis had won the war. This was the Sixth Reich.
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Dr. Gonzo: [singing] Let's give the boy a lift.
Raoul Duke: What? No. We can't stop here. This is bat country.
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Hitchhiker: Hot damn. I never rode in a convertible before.
Raoul Duke: Is that right? Well... I guess you're about ready, then, aren't you?
Dr. Gonzo: We're your friends. We're not like the others, man, really.
Raoul Duke: No more of that talk or I'll put the fucking leeches on you, understand?
Dr. Gonzo: Heh heh heh...
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Raoul Duke: Don't fuck with me now, man, I am Ahab!
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Raoul Duke: A drug person can learn to handle such things as seeing their dead grandmother crawling up their leg with a knife in her teeth. But no one should be asked to deal with this trip.
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Raoul Duke: Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side. This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop-heart. Make the bastard chase you. He will follow.
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Raoul Duke: Look... in the sky
Raoul Duke: Some kind of electric snake coming straight for us.
Dr. Gonzo: Shoot it
Raoul Duke: No, i want to study its habits.
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Raoul Duke: In a few hours, she'll probably be sane enough to work herself into a towering Jesus-based rage at the hazy recollection of being seduced by some kind of cruel Samoan who fed her liquor and LSD, dragged her to a Vegas hotel room and savagely penetrated every orifice in her body with his throbbing, uncircumcised member.
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Raoul Duke: But our trip was different. It was to be a classic affirmation of everything right and true in the national character. A gross physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country. But only for those with true grit. [to hitchhiker]
Raoul Duke: And we are chock full of that, man.
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Raoul Duke: The possibility of physical and mental breakdown is now very real. No sympathy for the Devil, keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride.
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Meeting in which a 9th grade freshman gets chewed out tonite, anonymously of course. *scoff*
My day after this is a hideous montage of working out (in pseudo-jeans), eating dinner, and hearing about the consequences of this girl smoking (she has to go stay in NJ with her cousins for 3 days). It has to happen, i suppose...
But thats no reason to keep me at school till a-quarter to 9. Damnation.

posted by CoCo @ 2/23/2005 12:47:00 PM