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“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.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Generation of Swine: Tales of Shame and Degradation in the '80's

“Here in this moment we are beautiful, nocturnal creatures and our thoughts and words are jewels guarded by the moon.”
― Henry Rollins, Solipsist

“I know you’ll never love me but maybe you’ll stay for awhile.”
― Henry Rollins, Solipsist

“You are the untold story. You are the impassioned truth wanting to scream its existence, to be forever trapped by a strong hand clapped firmly over the mouth of my soul.”
― Henry Rollins, Solipsist