Man, I ALWAYS knew that HST hadn't offed himself......murky forces and cheap thrills did him in....and now i find that YOU were part of the plot....CUTTING HUNTER IN HALF in that final picture is sure EVIDENCE.....and a not so subtle clue that YOU participated in his demise....WE ARE COMING FOR YOU TONIGHT!!! BEWARE!?!?!
I fear thee not for I have an arsenal that would put HST's to shame and enough mescaline, blotter acid and cocaine to see off any threat.
Anonymous said…
he was going bald so he killed himself
or as HS may have said:
As we headed down a rocky slope, a rocky slope we could never back up on, we were screaming, shouting,living in an armed camp, a condition of constant fear, we couldn't stand the kinghall shit that a rent-paying writer had to to to get a gig... Well, at least I was there, knee deep in madness like a black leopard. (apologies for the period) Some people get rich and others eat shit and die. Who knows? If there is in fact, a heaven and a hell, all we know for sure is that hell will be a viciously overcrowded version of Phoenix — a clean well lighted place full of sunshine and bromides and fast cars where almost everybody seems vaguely happy, except those who know in their hearts what is missing... And being driven slowly and quietly into the kind of terminal craziness that comes with finally understanding that the one thing you want is not there... so what the fuck, I'll shoot myself...
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BEWARE!?!?!
or as HS may have said:
As we headed down a rocky slope, a rocky slope we could never back up on, we were screaming, shouting,living in an armed camp, a condition of constant fear, we couldn't stand the kinghall shit that a rent-paying writer had to to to get a gig... Well, at least I was there, knee deep in madness like a black leopard. (apologies for the period) Some people get rich and others eat shit and die. Who knows? If there is in fact, a heaven and a hell, all we know for sure is that hell will be a viciously overcrowded version of Phoenix — a clean well lighted place full of sunshine and bromides and fast cars where almost everybody seems vaguely happy, except those who know in their hearts what is missing... And being driven slowly and quietly into the kind of terminal craziness that comes with finally understanding that the one thing you want is not there... so what the fuck, I'll shoot myself...
chk chk boom