Hunter S. Thompson Commits Suicide
#2
Originally Posted by banzaitoyota' date='Feb 21 2005, 08:39 AM
Yah, it's a shame. I wonder what the exact details were. Maybe he was terminally ill?
Most great minds don't live too long. Hell, Jack Kerouac died in his early 40's. Anybody know if William S. Burroughs is still kicking? He'd have to be a hundred by now. Highly unlikely.
#3
Writing on the Wall: An Interview With Hunter S. Thompson
"You know, most of those people in [the Modern Library] are dead. No, I'm not surprised to be there. I've always assumed it was for dead writers. But what I did assume at that time was that I would be dead very soon. The fact that I'm not dead is sort of puzzling to me. It's sort of an awkward thing to deal with."
Self fullfilled I'd say!
"You know, most of those people in [the Modern Library] are dead. No, I'm not surprised to be there. I've always assumed it was for dead writers. But what I did assume at that time was that I would be dead very soon. The fact that I'm not dead is sort of puzzling to me. It's sort of an awkward thing to deal with."
Self fullfilled I'd say!
#4
Originally Posted by l8t apex' date='Feb 21 2005, 09:14 AM
Writing on the Wall: An Interview With Hunter S. Thompson
"You know, most of those people in [the Modern Library] are dead. No, I'm not surprised to be there. I've always assumed it was for dead writers. But what I did assume at that time was that I would be dead very soon. The fact that I'm not dead is sort of puzzling to me. It's sort of an awkward thing to deal with."
Self fullfilled I'd say!
"You know, most of those people in [the Modern Library] are dead. No, I'm not surprised to be there. I've always assumed it was for dead writers. But what I did assume at that time was that I would be dead very soon. The fact that I'm not dead is sort of puzzling to me. It's sort of an awkward thing to deal with."
Self fullfilled I'd say!
Maybe he was hoping to boost his book sales by killing himself and cashing in on the profits! Wait....
#7
"Here's To Life"
How did Camus really die that night?
Were they right?
When he died was it really his time?
Or was it suicide?
And Holden Caufield is a friend of mine
We go drinking from time to time
and I find, It gets harder every time
Back Off!
You're out on the street again
Don't you stop!
Did you know you couldn't swim?
Back Off!
You're out on the street again
I'm not going to play if there ain't no way I'll win!
Hemingway never seemed to mind the banality of a normal life
and I find it, It gets harder every time
So he aimed the shotgun into the blue
Placed his face in between the two
and sighed, "Here's To Life!"
Back Off!
You're out on the street again
Don't you stop!
Did you know you couldn't swim?
Back Off!
You're out on the street again
I'm not going to play if there ain't no way I'll win!
Hey there Salinger, What did you do?
Just when the world was looking at you
To write anything, that meant anything
You told us you were through
And it's been years since you passed away
but I see no plaque, and I see no grave.
And I can't help believing, you wanted it that way.
Vincent Van Gogh, Why do you weep?
You were on your way to heaven, but the road was steep
And who was there to break your fall?
We're guilty, One and All
And I don't know much, but I do know this
With a golden heart, comes a rebel fist
But I can't help agreeing with those that would not quit.
And it makes me sick when I think of it
All my heroes could not live with this
and I hope you rest in peace
Because with us, You never did!
And K.D.C., you were much too young!
And you changed my life!
But I draw the line at suicide!
Here's To Life!!
- Hand
How did Camus really die that night?
Were they right?
When he died was it really his time?
Or was it suicide?
And Holden Caufield is a friend of mine
We go drinking from time to time
and I find, It gets harder every time
Back Off!
You're out on the street again
Don't you stop!
Did you know you couldn't swim?
Back Off!
You're out on the street again
I'm not going to play if there ain't no way I'll win!
Hemingway never seemed to mind the banality of a normal life
and I find it, It gets harder every time
So he aimed the shotgun into the blue
Placed his face in between the two
and sighed, "Here's To Life!"
Back Off!
You're out on the street again
Don't you stop!
Did you know you couldn't swim?
Back Off!
You're out on the street again
I'm not going to play if there ain't no way I'll win!
Hey there Salinger, What did you do?
Just when the world was looking at you
To write anything, that meant anything
You told us you were through
And it's been years since you passed away
but I see no plaque, and I see no grave.
And I can't help believing, you wanted it that way.
Vincent Van Gogh, Why do you weep?
You were on your way to heaven, but the road was steep
And who was there to break your fall?
We're guilty, One and All
And I don't know much, but I do know this
With a golden heart, comes a rebel fist
But I can't help agreeing with those that would not quit.
And it makes me sick when I think of it
All my heroes could not live with this
and I hope you rest in peace
Because with us, You never did!
And K.D.C., you were much too young!
And you changed my life!
But I draw the line at suicide!
Here's To Life!!
- Hand
#9
I am deeply upset, HST was one of the best writers/paranoid schizos ever. Good reads from him are Where the Buffalo Roam, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas(the book is much better than the movie and tyhe movie is a classic).
#10
Originally Posted by 1revnrex' date='Feb 21 2005, 10:43 AM
I am deeply upset, HST was one of the best writers/paranoid schizos ever. Good reads from him are Where the Buffalo Roam, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas(the book is much better than the movie and tyhe movie is a classic).
Oh wait, that's P33D.