Walk tall, kick ass, learn to speak Arabic, love music and never forget you come from a long line of truth seekers, lovers and warriors.
The trade is meaningless. It is like trading a used mattress for a $300 bill.
Graffiti is beautiful; like a brick in the face of a cop.
Nixon stabbed his Enemies in the back, but Clinton did it to his Friends. His lust to inflict Punishment surpassed even Nixon’s, and he put more people in prison than Caligula. He had his own brother locked up & he refused to pardon his old friend Webb Hubbell…. Richard Nixon was a criminally insane Monster; Bill Clinton is a black-hearted Swine of a friend.
Las Vegas is not the kind of town where you want to drive down Main Street aiming a black bazooka-looking instrument at people.
You cheap honky faggots,
Live steady. Don’t fuck around. Give anything weird a wide berth–including people. It’s not worth it. I learned this the hard way, through brutal overindulgence.
Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish-a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow-to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested . . . Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.
The first time I managed to pick up a basketball I knew I was destined to lead the UK to another National championship. … Even now, so many years later, I still believe Kentucky will go undefeated in March & win everything.
Don’t say that,