a thought just ambushed my mind. I really really wanna hang out and have a couple of beverages with Hunter Thompson and Douglas Adams. Think about it, if you were god wouldnt you spend your Friday nights arguing about the fear and the number 42? The endless dead panned too clever by half catch-22 observations? God would probably have Bob Dylan singing Ballad of a Thin Man in the background of the restaurant at the end of the universe, slowly rocking back and forth through time in search of the heart of the American Dream.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 19:52:52 +0000
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