February 25, 2005

STRANGERS AT A TRAIN WRECK


RARE WHEN 

MY TWO FAVORITE
 DIRTHER COMMENTATORS

CRISS CROSS

the train wreck ?

well that comes now
cause one blew himself away
   as we all make the turn
                   into  bush two's  
                       fresh four   

-------------------------
okay 

in this case
one only is still alive

so its 
his option 
to make it
 either 
a criss 
or a cross  

---------------------- 

YOU DECIDE 
WHICH ONE 
the dead or the survivor
       IS 
THE REAL BRUNO 


=================================================


Hunter S. Thompson and Gonzo
By ALEXANDER COCKBURN

I guess I can call myself 
one of the Dylan generation 
since at 63
 I'm the same age 
as the troubadour from Hibbing

------- u'll see 
alex's has got
no sense of the dirth 
as a seperate generation
that includes him bobby and hunter
but not norman and jack ----------


 but the prose stylists 
that allured an Anglo-Irish lad 
hopelessly strapped 
into the corsets of Latinate gentility
 were always those 
of American rough-housers:

---------- some how he's already wau off course here 
    dylan v hunter ?
      hunter is a dylan acolyte ------------------

 first, in the mid-fifties 
Jack Kerouac
 then Edward Abbey
 then Hunter Thompson

--------------- OKAY we'll waive on the genconfusion here ------------

Thank God 
I never tried 
to imitate any of them


--------------------- 
                 INDEED 
WE'D HAVE LOST 
      OUR  HOUSE- RED 
           WRONG WAY 
                 DOCTOR WHO


OUR RETRO EDWARDIAN 
          DRAWING ROOM  SKUNK 

MASTER OF THE TWO -D 
WAY BACK 
 ZINGER DINGERS

OUR   BRIT-OIDAL 
     RAD-CASTLE
         BRIDE OF DRACULA 

            ----------------------

 Thompson probably spawned
 more bad prose than anyone 
                since Hemingway

-------------- THATS SILLY
WHERE? 
I MEAN
    OUTSIDE BLOGSPACE 
         SURELY NOT  AMONG 
              LEGITIMATELY "PUBLISHED" 
                             DAILY   COMMENTATORS 

THERE ARE SAID TO BE THOUSANDS OF CLOSET HUNTER KIDS
                    BUT THE WON'T "OUT"
                 THEIR STUFF --------------

  they all

---NOTICE HUNTERS ALREADY 
CLUMPED HERE 
EVEN IN HIS ON MEMORIUM -------

 (THEY )
    taught me
 that at its most rapturous
 its most outraged
 its most exultant
 American prose
   can let go
 and teach you 
        to let go

   to embrace 
 the vastness
 the richness
 the beauty 
and 
  the grotesqueries 
        of America 
           in all its thousand landscapes

---------------- OKAY 
              EVEN NOT TOO BAD ------------------------

I tried to re-read Kerouac's 
    On The Road 
a few years ago 
and put it down soon enough.

--------------------- OKAY  
  BUT WHAT ABOUT ALL HIS REST ?
                        ARE U A SKIMMER ALEX 
             AND A ONE DIP DIPPER ----------------


 That's a book for excited teenagers


-------------- MAYBE NOT EVEN 
          TOO MANY OF THEM
                           TODAY 
                MR A 
BUTT FUCK:
SURE 
GETTIN READ 
 FOR A KICK 
DATES QUICK 
ALWAYS 

 KICK SEEKERS
ARE 
 UN- LIKE

  YOUR  BEAUTY SPECIMEN 
          COLLECTORS 

MY TAKE: 

 
LOOKING BACK AT 
  JACK'S    "OPUS AS A WHOLE "
TIME WILL BE VERY KIND...

 futurites
HARDLY KICK HUNGRY 
   
  WILL FIND
OLE FRENCH FRIED 
              JACK 
LIKE MM
AND MARLIN 
 QUITE THE MID CENTURY 
            BEAUTY  SPECIMEN  ----------------------

" Abbey at full stretch 
remains a great writer 
and he'll stay 
in the pantheon for all time"

--------------------- 
ABBEY SO FAR DON'T MOVE ME
 BUT ANY HOO
WHAT THE SHIT DO I KNOW
i ain't really read the cuff 

BUT MOTHER MARY

" PANTHEON" "ALL TIME "

    WHAT IS DIS  ROYALATIOUS 
            WOIDERY  HERE FUH
                       EH? .......

I MEAN
HEY
HEY HEY 
 MISTAH 
"I BE  BEN JONSON"

WHY 
  YA FUCKIN HOUSE NIG YA

 SUDDEN 
FLASH OF AESTHETIC
          HIER-ATITUDE  ?

DON'T IT GO
       UNSEEMLY ILL
               WITH YER 
                   DIRT'S EYE VIEW 
                        ON THE ECONCON FRONT
                OR IS THIS  
                      POSE  DISCLOSED ------------------------



" Lately sitting in motels 
along the highway 
I've been sipping..."

 ------ SIC THAT"SIPPING" SHIT  --------

" (SIPPING) into Abbey's diaries

 'Confessions of a Barbarian'

 and laughing every couple 
           of pages

-----------OKAY 
I'LL FESS UP

TO ME 
AT LEAST 
TILL I READ MORE

THIS ABBEY CLOWN

WITH HIS
LOBO ON THE LOOSE ACT 
RUGGED
  CACTUS
     GREEN JEANS
AND ALL
       COMES ACROSS  LIKE 
JUST A REAL FINE 
 TUNED UP 
TURNED NATURAL-LEFT
TRAIL  DUST AND SPOT LIGHTS
           RENEGADE...

A BETTER POLITICAL AND LITERARY
                  NEIGHBORHOOD'S  
                     TED NUGENT  ---------------

 "Writing for the National Geographic," 
                Abbey grumbled,
 "is like trying to masturbate in ski mitts."

--------------------- OKAY 
THAT FITS MY FRAME
PERFECTLY 
   SO ALISH
  YA AS A PENNY A WORD PRO
LIKE
SUCH SHOP TALK 
FINE.... 
                      FUNNY 
                    SO FAR AS IT  GOES 
BREATHLESSLY SO?
                      HARDLY
                   ----------------------


"Could Thompson have written that? 
Probably not."
----------------------- SHIT
ONE HOPES  HUNTER
        WOULDN'T WASTE THE INK
    BASHING THAT LAMEST OF LAME
            FUCK-SUITED
               OUT-FITZ   ----------


 When it came to sex 
and stimulation 
         of the synapses
 by agents other than 
drugs or booze or violent imagery 
Thompson was silent
   
---------------  

  AS WELL HE MIGHT BE 
       SEEING AS HIS MOJO 
WAS 
  NOTHIN ELSE BUT....
               
         THAT FRIGID BOYO 
          FULL A  SPANKING RAGE 
    
WELL THAT             
WERE ALL THERE BE TO HIM
               IN PRINTED PROSE ANYWAY 
       
      HE MUST HAVE FIGURED IT RIGHT

THAT   T'WERE HIS SOLE 
            CUTTIN' EDGE 
BUT  IT WERE
     EXCEEDING SHARP AL
---------------------

 "unlike Abbey 
who loved women
 Thompson wrote for the guys" 

    --------- OHHH
                 SO NEXT 
          WILL WE HAVE YOU
                     SNEER -SAVAGING 
                    AAHH
   MAYBE 
        THE STOOGES THREE 
V
THE MARXX BROS

       FOR THEIR  GAL-LESS
STUBBY  FANDAEMONIUM 
                      THEIR 
DICK -STCKLESS 
REP APON REP BOPPINGHOODS ?

IS THIS THE HUNTER ABBEY FACE OFF 

CURLIE  V HARPO  

I SAY

NOPE ------------- 


  ---- continuing along here
AFTER A FEW CHOPS IN THE AIR

   SEEMS  HUNTER
 ACCORDING TO mr A FRAME ---------------------

wrote :

" at a pitch so frenzied
 so over-the-top 
in its hyperbolic momentum .."

------- OKAY  SO FAR BUT WATCH THE BACK FLIP --------
"that often enough 
it reminded me 
of the squeakier variant
 of the same style 
developed by his Herald-Trib
 stable mate 
and exponent of the "New Journalism"
 Tom Wolfe"

----------- SAME STYLE ?

SAME STYLE ?

nothing nothing 
 could be more absurd

  so why 
then this 
zany splice job
  of near the  polarities 
hunter and wolfeee ?
please wait and see  
its a metaphysical conceit 
worthy of johnny donne ------------------

 In their respective 
stylistic uniforms 

-------- what a lovely wide move 
    al 
start the  moige 
by an  admission of their pure oppostion

jusr  
smuggle the fuckers over the line
            incognito 
   under the word "respective "  
as if u could show 
  their very different 
     writing ways   
are not 
the most serious  basis
  apon which their
   respective works  
 will ultimately 
receive judgement  -----------------

" they always seemed 
hysterically frightened 
of normalcy..."

------ what?
 these two get lumped on that dimension ?--------

" particularly in the shape of girls
 so keenly appreciated by Abbey"


----------- come off it alwick
      we know what 
yer  beatin 
         yer self off
             over here 
                    
   i recall yer treatment 
of ian fleming
far funnier 
but why here 
  another gay-dar warning ?

this isn't hem
yer faux outing here

where has hunter played 
rough trade ?

how cheeky of you 
to act like that 
  tortured twisted jester 
 had a" burried  bath house  " 
in his libido ---------

---------- i continue
  cause 
 now you rip clear
 of your own drudger's  envy 
and 
the next bit's great -----------------------

"  Thompson's best writing 
was always in the form of flourishes
 of pell-mell bluster
 wrenched from himself 
for the anxious editors 
waiting well past deadline
 at Scanlans or Rolling Stone

------- exactamento after '71 
but before

take  
fear and loathing in V 

 he churned that out
alone and unpushed  
in his 'war room 'at house
  sober 

yes 
working 
without assignment or deadline

cobbling over 
 two blown story jobs 
 entirely 
on where else but  spec...

course
that alone
 makes u're grab 
at his creative core
a huge  miss ---------------

------------ and sure enough
 the drudge's grudgling  ways 
                                 returneth
                                           sore quick  ---------------
"  and in his later years 
often put together 
from his jottings .."

---"jottings"..

  that sniff
  hardly makes
  you  worthy 
of your crimes


where's the  back biter's  gall
 

 where's that tang
 that taste of 
    your soul ancestor 

ole 
  "jeff fucks nig daughter  "
                       Calender 

crank it up you  back -slinker ----------------


 ( for the record
    it ain't of course
  hardly just 
    according to alex 
            
      in the latter years
    hunter i/m sure 
  had to be  
        propped up
 at his writing desk
like a beau geste trooper )--------


--and why? -------------

" the writers and editors
 were aware 
  that a new "Fear and Loathing" 
on the masthead 
was a sure-fire multiplier
 of newstand sales"

----------- but to say it here
unvarnished
         
could his enemies  wish for
       a more
            sour  cat  swipe 

is one really possible ?


heres a notion...

why not 
tally up 
a his and mine here

how 'bout it alex?

tally up 
yer 'respective'
        book sales
 
   since
ah
   83 or so

 and let us make 
possible  " motives" 
                    out of that tale of 
               comparative ink blots ------------------------

" Overall, Thompson's political perceptions 
weren't that interesting 
except for occasional bitter flashes
 as in this  prescient paragraph
 written in 1972:

"How many more of these 
goddam elections 
are we going to have 
to write off 
as lame but 'regrettably necessary'
 holding actions? 
And how many more 
of these stinking 
double-downer sideshows
 will we have to go through 
before we can get
 ourselves straight enough
 to put together some kind 
of national election 
that will give me 
AND 
at the at least 20 million people 
I tend to agree with
 a chance to vote for something,
 instead of always being faced 
with that old familiar choice 
between the lesser of two evils? 
I understand, 
along with a lot 
of other people,
 that the big thing,
 this year, is Beating Nixon.
 But that was also 
the big thing,
 as I recall, 
twelve years ago in 1960-
-and as far as I can tell,
 we've gone from bad to worse 
to rotten since then,
 and the outlook is for
 more of the same."

----------- notice hunter's 
seen as sharp as a tack
  when he ride's
          alex's 
      OWN VERY SPECIAL 
      hobbey horse   .......

   the lesser of two weavils 

but to address the point


no hunter was not say
                       karl marx

                           or even your dad
                             commie  claude 
                                     for that matter

no 
he was  
like the best
       of  political   Fools 
              a total innocent 

    a political primitive
 
             like twain
            and 
        jack london 
                       

   but even so 

  for you 
          lord weery.....
                          of all rad-scribes
    U  faulting  
    a cuss     
 for settin  
        a raging  trash-fire...

and one 
   he  ADMITED
    HE'D built
       ENTIRELY
             out of 
         venal 
           newzzzzzzzz  garble

     BAD MIDDLE BROW SHIT  
     he  junked  
       himself up 
                on   ..........

come on 
HERE

IF INDED
U BE 

OUR TIMES
 Al-some BUY A DEES 

 isn't
holding your nose
over some corpses 
 cheap yellow press notions 
a base fraud 

  be honest

can't you hear
 his
deep inside
dumb blonde self

hizzzzzz unrepressible MM

HIS restless 
   balled up 
  sense of
his own total 
        clue-less- ness ?

bottom line

 the guy went 
 bare foot over 
 the glass bits Al

and fuck 
how about you?

i love ya guy

but to me u ..


well 
i see a back seat driver  

and no
bravery in sight


 yer anti zion snidery
cost you 
at best
   a middlin perch

so your actions

hardly look
to me
  like
   bravery 
      on a high  ledge 


u  take 
a suicidal career plunge  ?

 how ?

face it 
you've never been 
where  
 hunter got 


like a nimrod
in 72
the man 
soared to the top 
of his  times tower

soared up
   on hungry  fans wings

 
to the  fuckin dizzying  top
        
 
where as you sire

you 
never even in the early 80's 
got high enough 
above street grade
to get hurt much 

      from jumping off 

or being pushed 

or falling 

or or or ......


after 'making it'
   at the Voice...
on  radded up
     anglo-impish
      pedigree prosifying 

(for u a back float 
   uz  your readership
          being  like 
        fish in a barrel )

did ya really 
like those years
while 
lording it over 
      us colonial kosher  
           left-jew monkees?

with  
your tea time 
insolent
 rad - zinger flights and  slights  .....

sum the substance bub
 
when have
  u   
 dished up
  any 
    real hot sauce

any real 
           klass klashin  
  society crackin 
  fightin words
                  type   insights ?

never




third party 
green victory

sure trees and 
 poor folks is morally beautiful
so what 

sozz cole porter 

  puff yerself up 
  all u want
  on 
  cheap five and dime 
parlor -
pink  
top hat-tricks

u're
   still  a light weight



 that  be the heft    
of your wordery 
at any rate 
my dearest
Alitch-nakopf    --------------------


"There's nothing much 
to the notion 
of "gonzo" 
beyond 
the delighted projections 
of Thompson's readers"

-------------  again and again
with the sneers
               this 
  feels like jerry lee lewis
      on the later elvis -------------

 "The introduction of the reporter
 as roistering first-person narrator?

 Mark Twain surely did that
 albeit sedately"

--------  well behold
this conceit:

gonzo done sedate 
          is still gonzo 

really ?

another donne topper ----------------

" and less sedately
 we had Henry Miller"

-------- hank the crank 
was hardly a reporter 
why drag him in here ? ---------------

 "another man who loved women"
 
------- oh now i see ----------------

"(miller ) pushed the envelope far further
 than Thompson "

------------ different envelope 
   bull lee 
or bukowski or etc ....
their   proper
greatest gen
 comparatives  
to miller
want a dirth cross reference ?
find  some  
dirth novelist
i know none myself 
 don't read novels
dreadful 
time waste 
when  you're me 
  and  must
           sub vocalize 
to par-take

miller v hunter

nonsense 

where's the high profile
    public beat
where's 
the  dead line missing 
 in millers
my shit don't stink  gig 
 
  -------------

 "(Which of the road books 
will last longest 
between Miller's The Air-Conditioned Nightmare,
 On the Road 
and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas? )

(Kerouac (chauffeured by Neal Cassady) 
and then Thompson 
drove faster
 but they didn't write better.)"
                    -----------no comment 
this is a completely fatiguing 
  vinegar drenched
   bucket  
     of  brit rabbit   stew -----------

" norman Mailer 
took the form 
to the level of genius 
in Advertisements for Myself"

----------what form ?
honestly the piece has a gap jump here 
alex musta cut a section out or something
purr-haps something too strident 
                             ---------------

 "with political perceptions acuter
 and writing sharper 
           by far
   than anything Thompson ever produced"


  ------------ my god norman mailer
"by far"

mailer 
MAILER FOR KRIST'S  SAKE 

that shameless 
   punch toy

 that un-invited midget 

in the end all bluff

a manhattan inversion
of 
         george wallace

a self lovin sap
  lookin for forgiveness 

not even really 
very self destructively
   fucked up 


let alone fucked over  

vidal's got it down

" norm's
  the original 
         white nigger"
      

now that
      sez it all

normal mailer
a charlie hustle 
if there ever was one

and 
as they said 
of his ball game
counter part 
pete rose

" norm
  the best writer 
         of his generation
fuck  
he wasn't never even 
 the best writer
 at his  own publishing house  "

"the martin tupper
 of the 20  year long 
              american century "

do i hear

"armies of the night"

scratch away
 the  cribbed bustle
           of his word surface 

  the copt  vigor
         of his  " paste book  graffitti "

and reveal 
norms thinker...

what do ya find?

the shit box 
operates
  like 
some  
 
aboriginal's
 three note
   dance instrument
 
 
the value of 
           his opus?
well how far can he get...

on thos e same three notes

just 
blow around 
 over and over
        two milion times

" mailer at his usual
reads 
like a bag piper's  
      symphony 
             sounds " --------------

----------" mailer be bigger"

             such   audacity 
   adds up to 
           a self inflicted knock down 
                            Alex 
  and 
   almost a ten count  

and such 
   a glass jaw you have

will  matron  forgive...?

buti jest


besides
 never stop a fight
if u can help
it

so long as yer still seein new  bleedin ----------------

------------but watch i'm fooled

suddenly 
 low and behold
al's back up
and 
 on his toes

dancin again

and jabbin  fine -----------

"Gonzo" was an act, 
defined by its beholders
 the thought that here 
was one of Us
 fried on drugs
 hanging onto the cliff edge
 of reality only by his fingernails
 doing hyperbolic battle 
with the pomposities 
and corruptions 
of Politics as Usual"

------------ right  
and post modern too 

but u miss where 
the drive to go 
over the sad  human limitscomes from 

the gamble is place
in the hope
one might
at long last
find a higher power
thru these ceaseless ingestions 

a higher power 
to have in u  
during
 the  inevitable
final and  mortal 
     kombat 
with  amerika's
            wall to wall
          banal evility ---------------------

"  no man was ever
 a more willing captive 
of the Gonzo myth he created"

------------ what one sided shit

we have a centaur on our hands here 

u 
see no suffering beast
   cohabiting  
       with the bow master  ?

come on 
how did he get up there

pure luck

the man suffered
a total
  spiritual  body burn 

he even prolly
  had  a few jacob-esque nites
  where he wrestled  head to head 
with  checker demons

          fled 
            the loomings
              of hell

   " he must have known 
        to his toeswhat was out there ahead of him
if he kept going     
               so what else  
       like a bandit
            he lit outa town "
 
  " and yetthey caught him anyway

              one can't 
             out runthe inner pose
          
           the relentless
          screechings will come 
regardless of the cleverest 
          counter measures 

          there's just 
      no escaping  the brand
     
can ya 
      feel the   soul-pain now
                           sucker  ..."
         -------------

-----------back to alex 
here's his portait of the aging thompson --------------


" all  decked out in  
 the increasingly frayed 
    bunting 
of his  "Fear and Loathing"
 "The Strange and Terrible"

 decorated 
     from memory
   with Ralph Stedman's 
graphic counterpoints."


------------that bit above 
      reads like
Al's  holdin'
        elvises 
    last pair of  un-deees 
         to show 
                 the skid marks 

again 
 I see
only 
an attempt 
to conjure
 
 the menace 
of   flopperdom

" fat  scared and  out of gas 
          ten miles down the road "

 u wanna be 
one of the trolls 
strappin him in 
the  dunking stool ?

as he falls 
down lower and lower
till u can 
announce
 he's now 
 belower then  wayne newton....


what hideous appetite
does this feed  ?


why not drop
  thiz  in 
 
--- "blown brains..."  ---

" hhhmmm good career move hunter  " 

  "sales will be ahhh
                          flyin 
                 higher and higher  "  -------

----- nuff a that...-----------------
               
-----------  NOW SEE ALEX
           once again
           ROLL UP HIS SLEEVES 
                        and restore 
a measure of  grace 
by 
PULLING  OFF
   A LOVELY FIGURE

one that 
IN THIS CONTEXT
        IS ITSELF 
       a surprise   
   HIGH WIRE STUNT ----------------------

" Like Evel Knievel
 Thompson's stunts demanded 
that he arc higher and further
 with each successive 
sentence's 
outrage to propriety"


 most memorably 
in his obit for Richard Nixon 

"If the right people 
had been in charge 
of Nixon's funeral,
 his casket 
would have been
 launched into 
one of those open-sewage canals 
that empty into the ocean 
just south of Los Angeles.
 He was a swine of a man
 and a jabbering dupe 
of a president. 
Nixon was so crooked 
that he needed servants
 to help him screw 
his pants on every morning. 
Even his funeral was illegal.
 He was queer in the deepest way.
 His body should have been burned 
     in a trash bin."

      -------------- AMEN -----------------


----------   I STILL SEE HUNTER'S 
              MIDNIGHT WERE-NIXON in that same piece...

                   CRAZED SLOBBERING 
                           AND 
                              SHAPE SHIFTED 
  TAKING  
  A 50 FOOT
         drop 
FROM A  
WHITHOUSE BALCONY 
TO THE SOUTH LAWN 
BAYING UNCONTROLLABLY 
 AND SCUTTLING OFF  
 TOWARD THE WATERGATE....

AFTER ?
 NOT DNC DRIVEL

BUT 
 MARTHA MITCHELL'S POONY 

OUR COMMANDER IN CHIEF
  FUCKED OUT OF HIS MIND
WITH CRAVEN LUSTS
READY TO PORK 
HER SOUTHERN HIGHNESSES
LOWER PARTS 

STILL 
  SHAPE SHIFTED

 STILL WITH
THE BODY OF A  MAN
                BUT THE HEAD OF A HYENA" 

-------------------- NOW WE GET 
TO THE LAST  SHOW  DOWN -------------


"Kerouac ended sadly at 47
 As Abbey nastily put it
 "Jack Kerouac, 
like a sick refrigerator, 
worked too hard at keeping cool
 and died on his mama's lap 
from alcohol and infantilism." 

  ---------- FUNNY YES
  
   ONLY HE WASN'T 
           WORKIN
   THE KOOL BIT BY THEN

THE SICK FRIG IMAGE 
          IS GREAT ALL BY ITSELF



LONG AS YOU KNOW 
ITS  NOT FIGUATIVE
NOT FER KULTURE  HIP

 BUT
 FER KEEPIN 
 UP HIS ICE SUPPLY
            AND HIS MILK
 
 FOR 

HIS  ALL HIS
         WHITE- BOURBON 
            KITCHEN HIGH BALLS.....

WHAT WITH  THREE HOLES 
BOOZE BORED
    THRU HIS BELLY 
     AND  NOTHIN ELSE
                  BUT 
           HOT  HUMID 
 ST PETE  NITES 
  TO SWALLOW ...........

I DON'T CARE 

EVEN IF YA DIED
         RIGHT THERE  
ON  MOMMY'S BIG  LAP
A THICK SLUG IN YER HAND  

STILL
YA NEEDED  MILK 
  AND YA NEEDED  ICE
RIGHT UP TO THE END  

RIGHT ? -------------


---- I'LL TRY
 NO ANALYSIS 
NO WAY 


BUT WHATS 
 THE IMPLIED JUDGEMENT ?

I'D SAY 

NOTHIN 


NOT EVEN A  MORAL BOWEL MOVEMENT
  BY  BILLY GRAHAM 
HIMSELF
COULD STINK 
LIKE THIS PAWING AT THE REMAINS 

 -------------

-------- NOW AN EQUALLY ODIOUS CONTRAST -------------

" Abbey himself passed gloriously at 62
 carried from the hospital 
by his pals 
to die at his own pace "

----------- TOUCHE OR CLICHE  ? ----------------------

" without tubes dripping brief reprieves 
into his veins"
------NICE  LINE ALEX
                           --------

" then buried in the desert
 without the sanction of the state"

---frrrrimp 
 too  stagey alex 
 REAL DOC WHO-EY 

SECOND FEATURE STUFF
AT 
 THE GULLY JIMSON THEATRE 

worthy of a  BETTER OFF
                 steinbeck hero -------------

---- OF COURSE 
 YOU'D FALL FOR THAT
             you sorry tart


YOU FEAR NOT 
THE GRIP OF THE ORDINARY
CAUSE YOU 
SPREAD FOR THE BEST 

NOT JACK OR HUNTER
        

NO U ARE 
 THE REAL PETER PANSY HERE ABOUTS 

 yes indeed
       ALEXANDER

you're the one 
JUST NOW OFF 
THE  ISLAND OF BAD BOYS


thats you STILL MADE OF WOOD 

  WHAT

I now realize.......
     

  YOU 
    NEVER BIT 
  A REAL BAD TRIP
             IN THE  ASS 
           DID YA AL-WICKS
 
NO MATTER THE INTAKE
HUNTER KICKED BACK 

LIKE THAT OTHER AL
THE BRAVE NEW SOMA AL
FOR YOU WONDERLAND 
IS ORDINARY AS HELL 
AND 
ALL CLEAN  CARTOON SAILING  -------

--------- AND THE REST...

NOT SILENCE
             BUT 
                  CLUMSY
GRINCH HEARTED GHOULERY  ---------------
                          
-------  YOU BACK SHOOTER

WOULD IT HAVE BEEN 
 TOO MUCH
TO WRITE THIS 18 YEARS AGO ?

WHEN IT WOULD HAVE TAKEN
 SOMETHING OUT OF YOU 

NO YOU DO IT NOW...--------------

----------THE FINALE ----------------

" Seems creepy to me
  blowing his brains out 

 Why give the loved ones 
   that as a souvenir? "

I suppose 
   Thompson's message was:
 We were together at the end. "

-------------------------
SHIT 
YOU'RE 
WORSE 
THEN JUST SHAMELESS
YOU'RE 
   A DOLT TOO
AND A COWARD 
 

THIS
  SHAMBLES OF A HERO IS DEAD

BUT 
THAT 
 ISN'T ENOUGH 

 
OKAY 
SO 
U CAN'T KILL YOURSELF

HORATIO 

  

BUT EVEN SO 

THATS A TRIFFLE

REALLY

LIFE GOES ON

BUT 
 YOU GOTTA GO  
STICKING YER THING 
         INTO
THE GUY ?

  LIKE HE'S 
  A  FUCKING POLONIUS 

AN OLD MEDDLESOME 
   POMPOUS CREEP 
 EAVES DROPPING 
FROM  BEHIND A CURTAIN

SOME HOW
 YOU FIGURED
BETTER 
TO  STICK  HIM 
          
 INSTEAD 
OF WHAT?

SINGING HIM 
TO HIS REST ---------------------
 
        
 
--------- COURSE HE'S 
           ALREADY DEAD
         RIGHT 

SO ITS NOT MURDER
         IF YA STICK HIM NOW 
             ONLY 
                CORPSE  DESECRATION -----------------

 
-----------------------------------------------------

 CODA:




 "Thompson engaged
 The Empire on his own terms 
and quit the battlefield 
on his own terms too"

--- FINE
BUTFUCK
U CAN'T LEAVE IT THERE CAN YA -------------

" which I GUESS
     Is what Gonzo is all about" 


------------------- "GUESS" ...
                             FUCK U -------------


---------------- 

 SUM UP TIME
 
          THIS PIECE ALEX:
                        
              NOT SO BAD REALLY...
  
FOR 
   A  CLEVER  PARLOR LIZZARD LIKE  YOU 

  
                 NATURALLY ENOUGH
        IT  STINKS OF     ENVY 

                     
                PERFECTLY UNDERSTANDABLE
   U'D RESORT
   TO    THIS   LOATHSOME  DREADFUL  
                                         AFTER-STRIKE......
 
                 
  --------------------------------------------
        "A BIT  TOO LATE
                               TO BE A COUNTER PUNCH
                                        THOUGH
                                           ISN'T IT PAL ? "

                               I'D SAY SO

                          TOO LATE 
                      EVEN TO BE CALLED
                              

                              A  SUCKER PUNCH 
 
SO WHAT SORT OF PUNCH IS IT ?


SEARCH ME ......

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Posted by pinky at February 25, 2005 02:33 AM
alex is poony flesh hizzseff

Posted by: WISE ACRE at February 26, 2005 04:10 AM

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