Wednesday, December 16, 2020

They went to sea in a sieve

Hunter S Thompson Mescalito. I wonder how much of HSTs





writing was about disembodied reality. The kind of reality comprehended by meditation. We are not the collection of experiences . Only the veil of ether like a sheet over a concrescence of phenomena. Focusing on the manic giggles of his mood elevators would lead acolytes and historians astray.

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