67 Years Young

[thesnobs]

...Something about Hunter S. Thompson dying is very fucking unsettling.

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lesson 4: blades don't need reloading

[anonymous]

Anyone who agrees that gracious and obligatory mean the same thing when considering literary response, deserves another. So here it is (perhaps digressing into the realm of: you won't care): I've never been one to keep a livejournal, hence my anonymity. I'm not even the kind to wander about the realm of livejournals searching desperately for people who enjoy the same things as myself, because is that what I want? A search to qualify the fact that I'm not an individual? That indeed, there may be someone EXACTLY like me here? There could be, and I don't ever want to know if there is. I stumbled upon your livejournal lamely looking through some friends', clicking here and there, and honestly by accident. I find solace in the fact that we are not too similar. While we share some awesome facets of taste (fucking thompson, apocalyptica i noticed), its pretty sweet that we're different: I think you'd be shocked at who I might appear to be on the surface to those who don't know me. Therefore, for fun, fashion, and mystery (oh, some of the best of reasons) I will remain anonymous. And I will say to you this: If more is exchanged between us I will indeed need to purchase a book I saw at my local bookstore a few days ago. It caught my eye, and while I'm suggesting it to you, I may be the one who really needs it in this case. The Zombie Survival Guide: Complete Protection From the Living Dead. Max Brooks. Look it up on Amazon or something if you don't have a good bookstore around.

it's about time

[anonymous]

I haven't been back for awhile. It's not often I find something that i should frequent. the verb. to frequent. It's a really good one and if you find something it can apply to, it's just so satisfying. I frequent books and I frequent painting and music and not much else. I probably sound like every other "artsy" kid who wants to be half-literate out there. Well, I'm here to tell you two things. As I said before I stumbled upon this livejournal clicking friends' friends and friends' friends' friends' etc. (Does livejournal madness ever end?) And I'm embarrassed, humbled, humiliated, and slightly chagrined to say that upon closer inspection of your own livejournal (this perhaps, is not just yours alone), I have realized that I, indeed, know you better than you know me. This means, upon very unfair grounds--and for this I apologize--I am now aware that quite accidentally, we go to the same school and I do, actually, recognize you. Gasp-factor waaaay up, eh? Clicking enough livejournal links I figured I might be out of the what I thought was an annoyingly narrow circle of lewistonians (only meaning that there were too few that appreciated certain things, not that they were annoying). Upon finding Hunter Thompson remarks, I was almost positive I was out of it. But my fucking naivite and lack of scrupulous info and picture checking skills strikes again. And here we are, me feeling awkward and embarrassed, and probably unprepared to ever tell you who I am (yes, I might be a coward), or at least embarrassed to do so publicly in the manner by which we have been communicating. Maybe I can still remain anonymous, although I know that's unfair. I now realized I have had three things to tell you, the second being that I seem to always sound so convoluted and conceited in my posts, and to say, well, er, um, oops! I really hope I'm not fucking stuck up. I hate stuck up people. Hot damn, I might be hypocritical too. My third thing was to tell you to check out the march issue of Rollingstone. Having been a reader of it for probably two (?) years now, though some of the musical inaccuracy, bias, and overall sick compromisation (if that wasn't a goddamn word, it is now) of its writers has hit me recently, I can't deny that I enjoy reading the musical reviews, readers' comments, and artists' biographical sections. The march issue features on the cover and throughout most of the pages extensive Hunter S. Thompson coverage. Thrilled to see this waiting in the mail, I read it today for an hour or so (hurrah! It's fucking longer than a normal article!) and it was amazing. So consider this a stand up recommendation to read it from a girl who knows still too little about a great man. Here's a quote about the man from the stone: "His favorite all-time motto emanated from the Revolutionary War: 'Don't Tread on Me.'"
He's the fuckin' man.