“All those pathetically eager acid freaks who thought they could buy Peace and Understanding for three bucks a hit. But their loss and failure is ours, too. What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole life-style that he helped to create…a generation of permanent cripples, failed seekers, who never understood the essential old mystic fallacy of the Acid Culture: the desperate assumption that somebody-or at least some force-is tending the Light at the end of the tunnel.”—Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Hunter S. Thompson
“…He told me 25 years ago that he would feel real trapped if he didn’t know that he could commit suicide at any moment. I don’t know if that is brave or stupid or what, but it was inevitable. I think that the truth of what rings through all his writing is that he meant what he said. If that is entertainment to you, well, that’s OK. If you think that it enlightened you, well, that’s even better. If you wonder if he’s gone to Heaven or Hell, rest assured he will check out them both, find out which one Richard Milhous Nixon went to — and go there. He could never stand being bored. But there must be Football too — and Peacocks…”—Ralph Steadman
Also, I hate it that my first ask message to you is a whine about technical issues. I want to add that I am in love with your blog, everything you post makes me happy to see it and you might be the only person on tumblr I've never even slightly considered unfollowing.
you are too, too kind to me! thank you so much, you have completely made my day!
I would like to submit some HST/Steadman art that I haven't seen in your archive yet, but I'm having troubles with your submit page. It won't let me do html because the left half of the menu won't show up. :/ and the insert photo option keeps breaking the image.
hmmm, that’s troublesome… if you’d like to just e-mail them to me, feel free. i’ll go put my e-mail address in you ask box, and i’ll still be sure to link your blog when i post them. sorry about that!
“Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in one pretty and well preserved piece, but to skid across the line broadside, thoroughly used up, worn out, shouting GERONIMO!”—From Hunter S. Thompson’s Hell’s Angels (via prim4lbr4in)
“All you know, for sure, is that your brain starts humming with brutal vibes as you approach the front door. Something wild and evil is about to happen; and it’s going to involve you.”—Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas - Hunter S. Thompson (via abbyelaine)
“Fear is a healthy instinct, not a sign of weakness. It is a natural self-defense mechanism that is common to felines, wolves, hyenas, and most humans. Even fruit bats know fear, and I salute them for it. If you think the world is weird now, imagine how weird it would be if wild beasts had no fear.”—Hunter S. Thompson, Kingdom of Fear
Any articles/writings of the good doctor you recommend (ie not books)
i recommend why boys will be girls, fear in loathing in elko, and shotgun golf with bill murray. big sur: the tropic of henry miller, is quite good too, and burial at sea, which is a short story. my favorite article written by him that i’ve found, though, is the kentucky derby is decadent and depraved. i found most of those in the ether of the internet, you shouldn’t have any trouble.
“KNOW YOUR DOPE FIEND. YOUR LIFE MAY DEPEND ON IT! You will not be able to see his eyes because of the Tea-Shades, but his knuckles will be white from inner tension and his pants will be crusted with semen from constantly jacking off when he can’t find a rape victim. He will stagger and babble when questioned. He will not respect your badge. The Dope Fiend fears nothing. He will attack, for no reason, with every weapon at his command-including yours. BEWARE. Any officer apprehending a suspected marijuana addict should use all necessary force immediately. One stitch in time (on him) will usually save nine on you. Good luck.
-The Chief”—Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“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.”—Hunter S. Thompson (If I’m not mistaken, this was written in the accompanying book for “Where Were You When the Fun Stopped?” an album compiled by Hunter. If anyone can confirm or deny this, please let me know!)
“I haven’t found a drug yet that can get you anywhere near as high as a sitting at a desk writing, trying to imagine a story no matter how bizarre it is, [or] going out and getting into the weirdness of reality and doing a little time on the Proud Highway.”—Hunter S. Thompson
“Journalism is not a profession or a trade. It is a cheap catch-all for fuckoffs and misfits — a false doorway to the backside of life, a filthy piss-ridden little hole nailed off by the building inspector, but just deep enough for a wino to curl up from the sidewalk and masturbate like a chimp in a zoo-cage.”—Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas