February 2012
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When you smell weed →
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the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind...
– Bukowski
Anybody who wanders around the world saying, “Hell yes, I’m from Texas,”...
– Hunter S. Thompson
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We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance...
– Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967
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