The awful rumor that I might assume
death comes from an owl. How does
winter aim me with spark like
the mechanics of a crow. I don’t
remember everything I’ve done
as complicated, despite all the reasons.
 


from pages 92-93 of Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist, 1968-1976 by Hunter S. Thompson (Simon & Schuster, 2000).

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