It doesn’t
feel right…
It doesn’t
feel right watching the film about Hunter S Thompson “Where the Buffalo Roam”
via the web. The central scrutanisers have got to get their hands on every
moment you’ve ever had, privacy is dead, and we are at the end of times. The
Holy Roman Empire could only jack off at the daydream of such a nightmare and
one will never again be allowed to do anything atypical, have a rich and varied
imagination, no, everything is known and consistent. The vultures are circling, I shouldn’t
have taken that pill, I shouldn’t have laid that man’s wife, to be young these
days is no longer to embark on an undocumented experiment in many realities,
everything is noted down by the worst stereotype of a killjoy and repressed straight
and believer in what exactly?, what kind of Republic? Oh that’s right it is a
computer. Once upon a time one could transgress and suffer remorse, now one
suffers remorse whilst having the experience, the worst kind of bad trip and
one can no longer get it up and consummate. No wonder comedy is dead. Everything is read
literally. One must now intend every thought we have. No wonder anxiety’s on
the rise. In fact the only people who don’t feel anxious are the psychopaths in
charge. I won’t watch Hunter S. Thompson unless I can watch it on DVD. I want
to have a secret chuckle and affirm some fucked up things. I want to drink a
lot of whiskey because this day’s not working out. I want my backroad’s cabin
where I can rebuild my vision.
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