| «This is not a good town for psychedelic drugs
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| Extremely menacing vibrations are all around us»
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| Dr. Gonzo: This place is getting to me. |
| I think I’m getting the fear
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| «We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of
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| high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, a whole galaxy
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| of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers and also a quart of
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| tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether and two dozen
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| amyls.»
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| Sick distorted colors that stab into your skin
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| The fluctuating light that comes from within
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| Acid on the tongue goes straight through your brain
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| Falling on the floor as you wince in pain
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| «Total loss of all basic motor skills
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| Blurred vision, no balance, numb tongue
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| The mind recoils in horror
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| Unable to communicate with the spinal column
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| Which is interesting, because you can actually watch yourself
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| Behaving in this terrible way.»
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| Try to escape, but there’s nowhere left to run to
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| I see you fall again on your face
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| Never mind this horrid disgrace
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| I see you, I feel you, I know you, I own you
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| I see you, I feel you, I know you, I own you
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| «The acid had shifted gears on him
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| The next phase would probably be one of those hellishly intense introspective
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| nightmares
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| Four hours or so of catatonic despair.»
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| «I decided to eat only half of the acid at first
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| But I spilled the rest on the sleeve of my red woven shirt.»
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| I see your skin is falling off your face
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| And fall onto the floor
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| Time drips away from the world
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| And the time that you spent is an underworld
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| I cannot see, but I know you’re sick
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| And I do not mind that you try
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| Anticipate about the world inside
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| And take some more and fry your mind
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| Hunter S Thompson: And a voice was screaming, «Holy Jesus, where are these
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| goddamn animals?»
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| Sick distorted colors that stab into your skin
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| The fluctuating light that comes from within
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| «Five sheets of high-powered blotter acid.»
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| Acid on the tongue goes straight through your brain
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| Falling on the floor as you wince in pain
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| I see you, I feel you, I know you, I own you
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| I see you, I feel you, I know you, I own you
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| In your mind
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| In your place
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| In your sickness
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| In disgrace
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| In your mind
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| In your face
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| I know you never wanted this
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| «One of the things you learn after years of dealing with drug people,
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| is that you can turn your back on a person. |
| But never turn your back on a drug.
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| Especially when it’s waving a razor-sharp hunting knife in your eye.» |