Hunter S. Thompson

“We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine and a whole multicolored collection of uppers, downers, laughers, screamers . . . Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge and I knew we’d get into that rotten stuff pretty soon . . .”
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, 1971
Hunter S. Thompson
I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that’s real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

Come!
as you are
as you were
as I want you to be

as a friend
as a friend
as an old enemy

Take your time!
Hurry up!
the choice is yours
Don’t be late!

Take a rest
as a friend
as an old memoria
Memoria
Memoria
Memoria

 

Well…I swear that I don’t have a gun
No… I don’t have a gun…

شده یک وقتهایی بخوای بنویسی…؟ شده روزی سه بار به خودت بگی مینویسی… روزی سه بار با یک آهنگ تا مرز مرگ پیش بری و بخوای تا تهش بری؟ شده با زندگی یکی بشی و مرگ رو بفهمی؟ شده احساست قویتر از اون کسی بشه که بهش احساس داری؟ شده آخر شب حس کنی دیگه نمیخوای بنویسی؟ شده حس کنی غم احساست بیش از اینه که با چیزی جز اشک شسته بشه؟

آتیش هست رفیق… یکی رو میخوام باهام سیگار بکشه…. سیگار داری؟

اصلا نمی‌تونه بی‌ دلیل باشه که وقت‌ی می‌خوای تایپ کنی “cold” و کی‌برد اشتباهی فارسی‌ه، می‌شه “زخمی”.

آتیش داری؟