I typed in Gonzo in the a search field and here are the more interesting results:
http://www.gonzo.org/ - this was kind of what I was looking for - a site about Hunter S. Thompson
http://members.tripod.com/gonzolinks/ - a left-oriented conspiracy theory site
http://www.gonzoturtle.com/ - some pretty shitty writings by a sexually-frusterated wanna-be author
http://www.muppets.com/profiles/gonzo.htm - a biography on Gonzo the Muppet - this dude is almost as cool as HST
http://www.gonzoscience.com/ - just some wierd science shit

*Hope(less)*

I'm sorry to interrupt yr peace with a red pillow on a black background
I hate fade into the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time
Laughing at the frogs who take their time on lilly pads at Lethe
I wanted to buy amyl nitrate from the queer monk who always gives me the eye
But I was broke
And the eye was red
But I only wanted to sleep
I'm hiding yr face in the sheets
And yr not hiding me because I'm running
You can't stop running once you've started
And you can never get tired
I guess I gave up a long time ago
And I'm not trying to please anybody anymore
I like my smell
I like dirt
And I like this life
But nothing good ever lasts
Nothing gold can stay
And that's why I've found a new hope in hopelessness
Because poppers fuck yr mind
And destroy the fabric of time and space
They're just little ripples in the big lake
And at the end of the line the Great Spirit is waiting to take us away
One last roadtrip before the break of dawn
And we'll laugh and laugh before this trip is done
I'm gonna get you for what you've done, said the monk
I'm gonna die in here if you don't let me out
This furnace is killing me and god isn't going to save me
The king will never praise my faith
And the angel Gabriel wouldn't lift a finger for the likes of me
Before dawn breaks we're going to be older
And we'll never be the same again
Nothing staying the same
Always changing
Shapes, patterns, clouds moving
Our sky is not the same as their sky
We are glow-in-the-dark nighlights flashing across the cornfield at 4:20am
And I have had enough of this game
I can't play Tetris when yr fucking my brain
Is the answer yes or no
Is it ambiguous like everything else
I'd like to change the time and date
But there's no off switch on this machine
And you can't always control a dream
Wake me up in time for class
Or don't
It doesn't really matter
Life is in a constant state of motion
Like the shadows on the wall as they crawl like spiders toward the cheese in the corner
But it's a trap
I should have told those mice not to go in there
Now they'll die and it was all my fault
But the moon is shining like a silver dollar tonite
And the sun hasn't even gone down
It reminds me of driving to my girlfriend's house and making-out on a snowey hill in twilight time
Then fucking around in the basement of someone's house
I don't remember that time all too well
The drugs are getting to me
And so is the air
I need to go outside
Breathe something fresh
I need to stop writing
I need some coffee
Fresh coffee
Fair trade, organic
I need to stop smoking
I need to stop drinking
I need to stop taking pain-killers and psychedelics and entheogens
I need sex and I need to have pain again
I know too many pain junkies
And I guess it's not for me
My self-destruction takes on other forms
This is not a cry for help
It's just a cry
I just want someone to listen
Won't you please listen to me sing
I am singing a song I wrote for you
It's called, "how to fall asleep without dying"
I think you can understand
The refrain goes, "listen to yr eyes as they move around in yr skull"
And I think that it's gonna be alright
Could you tell that I'm just fine
I'm actually quite alright
I don't need you and I don't need anything
I just need myself
So I'm being honest and sober and serious
This is no time to be fooling around
These are critical times hard to deal with
And I can't deal with them anymore
But as much as this world brings me down
I don't let it get to me
They're just haters and they don't understand
You are amazing and so am I
That's why we don't need tears just yet
Or we do need tears and that's what makes us different from them
They have no spirit
They don't know how to cry
They are not metaphysical beings and we are
They don't have a heart
And you do and so do I
We're better than them
We're better than those flag-sucking, bible-thumping, bomb-fucking, ass-kissing squares
Am I artistic enough?
I've never thought about it
I think I'm too honest to be an artist
Everything I write is autobiographical
Except sometimes I lie
I used to lie a lot
I don't see the need to anymore
I never lie to other humans
Only to machines
To the bosses and the professors and the law
These people don't have spirits
They've been broken by the man
They can't even feel anymore
I'm pretty fucked up, but at least I can still feel
At least I still have a spirit and at least I'm still human

excerpt from my book Frequencies of Consciousness:
"When I was in England, I experimented with marijuana a time or two, and I didn't like it. I didn't inhale, and never tried it again."
- Bill Clinton

Old Billy from Arkansas, the scourge of Kosovo, smoked pot in college. It seems like college is a time for that kind of thing: Discoveries about life. The problem with universities as I see them is that it’s too caught up in the competitive spirit of capitalism. In the past the idea of universities was noble. The ancient Greek gymnasiums were all about bettering yrself. Okay, the idea of universities was never noble. The concept has always been essentially flawed. It’s too coercive. There’s too much pressure to “be the best.” It’s all bullshit: Individualism and competition. College as an institution is pretty shitty, but there are fun things about it: the parties, the drinking, meeting new people, learning about life. College is a lot better than high school. It’s the lesser of two evils. High school is like prison. It’s the most restrictive organization you could put kids into next to Juvie. That’s why kids turn against each other. They come into school with guns and blast each other. People say the solution is more authority, but that is exactly the problem. The Israelis and Palestinians have been fighting for years because they don’t understand the concept that more authority is what is escalating the problem. An overabundance of authority leads to the kind of desperation that would drive someone to murder. In the words of Marilyn Manson (the poster-child for Lost Generation apathy) ‘go ahead and kill yrself, yr already dead.’ We’ve been blaming the victim for too long. Look at things sociologically, not psychologically.
The Amerikan Dream is dead. None of us really believe it anymore, but we still mindlessly repeat it until one day we snap. Mid-life crises are a form of violence. It’s people in the post-dream part of their lives lashing out at society for not fulfilling its promises of a happy life. Old men smoking grass, buying fast cars and fucking younger wimyn. Old wimyn popping Valium, drinking excessively and fucking younger men. These are cries for help. It’s desperation. Generation X is just starting to reach this stage now. What a strange time to be alive. There are snipers just randomly shooting people out of desperation. This country has perpetrated 500 years of violence against dark-skinned people – officially and unofficially. I can understand why a dark-skinned person might get a gun. Doesn’t mean I agree with it, but I understand it. And when you have a gun the next step is to use it. I don’t’ like guns, but I think if the pigs and the military are going to have guns then the people should have guns too to level the playing field a bit. I don’t give a shit about the second amendment. The constitution is a class-document that legitimized slavery. But I think that until all weapons can be destroyed those who feel the need to protect themselves should be able to. If our society weren’t so filled with fear and competition people wouldn’t be so likely to use them.

My life is in a downward spiral. I think it's the fever that's making me lonely and introspective... and maybe a little depressed. Here's a poem I wrote about the alternative:

*Last Communique to Society*

The world is cruel and the world is not us
The world could never satisfy our needs
No more waiting for heaven
We've always had the option to leave
This is what happens when you stop chasing the Amerikan dream
Because that's not the dream you want
We want to drop our coins in a vending machine and choose our own muther fucking dream
we want to go backwards in time
We want to break every rule and then break them all again
Because this isn't working for me
i don't know about you
just me
And I can never call this freedom

Reality, or at least I guess that's what most people call it, finally hit. Today I realized that walking around in a drug frenzy all the time never knowing what's going on doesn't rid you of the shitty things in life, it only alleviates them for a time. I've been sick with some sort of viral infection for a week, high on Dextromethorphan, Ibuprofen, Acetaminophen, Pseudoephedrine, Doxylamine Succinate, Guaifenesin and my good old stand by Tetrahydrocannabinol the whole time. I got my car broken into. I am completely broke. I've missed a lot of work. I'm behind in college. But still, I'm not breaking down like I would have if I was at the emotional stage I was probably less than a year ago. I think I'm finally starting to realize the Amerikan experience. This is what it's like to live in Amerika today. It sucks and most of it is due to fascist authority, but it still can be what you make it if you live life passionately. I'm going to film class now because it's fun. All we do is watch films.

On Saturday my car was broken into outside of the Water St. Music Hall. It was pretty crazy. I've never been the victim of crime before, so this was definately a new experience for me. Even though it's going to be a real pain in ass getting everything sorted out, trying to find money to pay for it and lamenting over the irreplacable items that had sentimental value, I'm not real upset about it. Life goes on just as it did before. I think I've come to realize that possessions are fleeting. Easy come, easy go. So I don't miss them because what's the point in missing them. Possessions don't have personalities. You can't call them when yr feeling down. I'm glad I had my friends there to help me through it because I realized that it's relationships with people, not material possessions that are important.

http://www.claykeck.com/patty/

Here's a food journal I had to do for one of my classes:

The agricultural revolution was known as the beginning of human civilization. What does it mean to be civilized, though? Does it mean that we’re any freer? Do we have more free time? Not necessarily. In fact, the invention of totalitarian agriculture (that agriculture which seeks to completely control the ecosystem of a cultivated plot of land) only leads to things like the peasant class and increasingly centralized authority. Then the advent of capitalism opened up a whole Pandora’s box of marginalization and exploitation. Foragers had more free time than we do. They didn’t need to work for a wage. We, on the other hand, are slaves to technology. We waste more energy on pre-packaged food because we have been alienated from our labor. We no longer partake in what we create. Therefore, we have lost the reverence of food that the foragers seemed to understand.

I wonder how certain foods are discovered. Did people just pick fruits from off the trees and test them to see if they killed them or made them stronger? I was thinking about that in terms of medicinal and psychoactive herbs. A lot of experimenting must have gone on. How could someone discover that if you eat Echinacea root you won’t be sick for as long or if you eat enough nutmeg you’ll have a spiritual experience. Somebody must have tried these plants and asked themselves, “What is this doing to my body/mind?” This is cultural knowledge. We should not take it for granted. We have a lot to thank the cultures that came before us for. If people hundreds and thousands of years ago hadn’t discovered these things which we take for granted today the world would be a lot harder place to live.

Friday, September 12:

12pm
Coffee
Cookie

3pm
Hummus pita
Coffee
Soup

6pm
Iced tea

8pm
40 oz. Old English Malt Liquor
Two slices of cheese pizza
Iced tea
Rolling Rock beer

I don’t eat a whole lot, but it’s more than I used to. I’m not vegan anymore because I had started to lose weight again. I still try to avoid animal ingredients wherever I can, but I’ve been known to eat desserts containing eggs and pizza with cheese. I should drink more beer. That would make me fatter. The problem is I always get piss drunk after only one 40.

Monday, September 15

12pm
Coffee
Pizza
Ice cream bar

3pm
Coffee
Hummus pita
Ice cream bar

8pm
Eggplant curry
Green tea

12am
Dumpstered loaf cake
Chamomile tea

I don’t eat a lot of real food. Usually I just pick up whatever is around and cheap (preferably free). It’s nice when Talal (my roommate) cooks, but it’s even better when his mom is here and she cooks for us. I have a lot of issues with parents. I don’t usually feel comfortable around them, but if they’re giving me food it makes it better. Then we have the connection. It’s like by them offering me food they’re accepting me and by my acceptance of their food I’m accepting them.

Tuesday, September 16

10:30am
Coffee
Toast and peanut butter

11:15am
Coffee

1:30pm
Coffee
Hummus pita
Vegan soup

5:30pm
Coffee
Cheese pizza

8pm
Iced tea
Granola bar

I tend to consume a lot of cigarettes and other smokables throughout the course of the day, but I don’t think that’s considered food. Although it is something that is consumed orally, I think for it to be food it has to have some nutritional value. That’s why you can consider beer a food even though it’s also a drug. Actually, just about any food can be considered a drug because the definition of a drug is something that changes your body. So any food is a drug, but not any drug is food.

Fruits/Vegetables:
Fruit (derogatory term for a queer person), Vegetable (comatose person), Lettuce (money), a bad apple spoils the whole barrel, couch potato, cauliflower ears

I don’t know, I’m not very good at this right now. It seems like a lot of the phrases describing vegetables like couch potato and related phrases describe lifelessness. Perhaps it represents unconsciousness. A vegetable is something that is alive, but not conscious. A vegetable has no thought. It does not dream or imagine or respond immediately to stimuli. Vegetables are the unconscious counterparts to animals.

A poem about food…
Eat and it will make you hungry
But starve yourself and you will die
Drink the brown glass bottle of poison
And finally understand the meaning behind broken glass
Purge when yr done binging
Puking only makes your stomach empty
So why should we be puking
When others are starving
And all we can think of
Is how much we’ve had to drink
Or how we shouldn’t have taken that much cold medicine
Food will change your body
It can also change your mind
They say you are what you eat
And you are if you eat yourself
Prolonging the pain of being alive
Prolonging the curse of existence
Eat, drink and be merry because tomorrow we’re all dying

Here's a poem that describes my state of mind.

*Semester of Slack*

Born into chains
A slave to the master machine
Whatever happened to being born free
Because I don't need this
I do't need the ivory tower bullshit liberal indoctrination
To achieve a broken Amerikan dream of nine to five wage slavery
Because I don't need a job to be happy
I don't need a university degree with honors which means nothing but is supposed to make me feel smarter than everyone else
Because I think constantly
Even when I sleep I have deeply meaningful dreams
So why do I need to have a phd tell me about things that don't matter
When there's so much I have yet to learn about myself
I mean, if you don't know yrself can you really know anything?

You see, sometimes we have to slow things down. Sometimes we have to speed things up. That's the way life works. I've been trying to take it slow, but it all seems so fast. I don't know what the nature of these changes are, all I know is that they're happening. Did you ever have a lucid dream? I did a few nights ago. I remember what it was about too. I was carrying a dead body along with a few other people dressed in trench coats. At one point I opened my eyes. Was I awake? I closed them again and the dream continued. I could do anything I wanted, but I didn't want to do anything. I wanted to just let the dream take me away with it, but it wouldn't take me. It wanted me to take it. I don't know what dreams mean usually. I'm sure they mean something, though. Dreaming seems like too important a function of the human brain for it to be meaningless. I don't have all the philosophical answers yet. What I mean is, I don't know what I believe... or if I believe anything. I still want to have a good nightmare like I used to. It's been a while. Nightmares are best when they wake you up in a cold sweat, yr heart is beating hard and fast and yr scared shitless, but you don't know why. It's a real exhilerating. I want to have something like that to make me remember I'm alive and I'm human and I can feel pain. Right now I'm pretty numb. I feel things, but they're not the passionate emotions I once felt. All I feel is a dull tingling now.

Here are some poems I wrote under the influence of some mind-altering substances:

bebebecome be nothing fall puke grow fail succeed fall down down plant
grow
green flower leaves grass grow down roots grow down and I am leaves
leaves
of grass gree grass meadow wild mountain thyme streching out forever
forever
and never and these leaves streaching forever and these forever leaves
streching growing up and down down down and down and up and sinking but
being uplifted embracing and embrace and these thing just mean things
and
they don't mean anything coughing rolling smoking high on fire burning
melting the ice of hell and never again burning setting aflame the
effigies
of fascism and growing and learning and burning and flags stars and
stripes
burnig molotov cocktail through the window of the police presinct and
rolling and toking and free free free freedom no more chains free and
free
and free and rolling and tripping and toking and gone just gone just
getting
gone no where I am scenery and I am never alone but there is only me and
I
am freedom and I am ANARCHY ANARCHY ANARCHY I can't stop saying that
word it
sounds so good it is the warmth in my heart in the coldest hell and the
more
I live the more I grow the more I become ANARCHY and the more I embrace
it
and allow it to embrace me allow ANARCHY to embrace me and let my heart
beat
ans just be and don't break down just keep going like human machines
like
MAxim GOrkey and like everything I despise in life like capitalism and
greed
and individualism and hate and everything I've pirged from my life and
pirged from my throat and puking and falling and drowning and choking on
my
own vomit and drowning and puking and choking on my own vomit and
drowning
in the toilet and pirging myself of the white devil's disease that was
bred
into me and crass and other things but left and leaving and puking out
capitalism and flushing it down the toilet and growing green and rolling
and
tripping and toking and being and becoming and growing into me growing
into
ANARCHY and me and I am learning and growing green and it's only because
I'm
greener that green and elsothic or that is who I am and I am me and I am

ANARCHY!


stars
burning
stars
like diamonds in the fucking sky
sometimes crashing down
and sometimes just staying up there
and fucking the sky
black tar paper with cheap little rhinestones
A set for a broken television show
But broken and unchained
BLemished and dirty
Dirtier than even me
SPace is so full of dirt
and I don;t care anymore
You said you left me alone to think
and I thought and I thought you were just leaving me alone
But you were there and so was I
at least I think It was me
or someone who looked like me
ans as the sun creeps up over the horizon
and you ask for whom does the sky bleed?
and it bleeds for thee
and for whom does the sky weep>
it weeps for thee
and I'm going somewhere to set my consciousness down
Then I'll breathe untill its time to pick it back up
and drink life
Don't you just love the air?
Doesn't it just make you feel good all over?

*Feeling Good*

Do you think when the world is perfect we'll all feel good all the time
After the revolution or something
Do you think we'll ever feel alright
Do you ever just sit back and say, "Damn I'm feeling good"
I want to see things that you don't see
Do you ever see things that aren't really there
I want to see bearded men kissing bearded men on every corner of the street
I know there's got to be a day when things will be okay
Everyone's been talking about it so it must exist on some level
I think I'm happy just being alive
I think I'm happy just having good times
I woke up a couple of days ago just enjoying life
I don't think it's time to quit
I don't think it's time to quit anything quite yet

WHEN GOOD GAYS GO BAD: RITA "BO" BROWN THE GENTLEMAN BANK ROBBER

http://www.firegriles.com/

More art:





... and radical games for the bored websurfer

Just now I discovered the genius and artistry of Larry Carlson, although I couldn't appreciate his art completely since the computer I'm using has no sound. I want to share this amazing experience with everybody, so here is a collection of Carlson links:
http://www.larrycarlson.com/
http://www.virtualom.com/
http://www.larrycarlson.com/medijate/index.htm
http://www.larrycarlson.com/the_end/index.htm
http://www.larrycarlson.com/aloha_universe_forever/index.htm
http://www.larrycarlson.com/saint_germain/index.htm
http://www.larrycarlson.com/love_maze.htm
http://www.filesharedwork.org/
http://www.hightimes.com/htsite/whoweare/index.php?page=history

This shit is really amazing. Some of it is interactive which contributes to the trippiness. You don't have to be on drugs to appreciate Carlson's art... but it doesn't hurt.

*Holy trippiness
*Bush is an asshole

*Home is Wherever You Sleep*

The bliss is gone
I think now I can feel the full effects of sobriety
The daze, the loose grip on reality, the absence of drama
Gone
And I am feeling like the invisible man
Always talked about
But never seen
And I am the salt shaker quietly contemplating the cosmological argument on the table top
Shake!
Rites of the tribe of Brutus
Burning and heart beating fast
Racing
Happiness is a long ways a way
I thought it was right in front of me
Just out of reach
But I've seen the road
And it's pretty far to walk
And I don't have the energy right now
But maybe in a few days I'll go looking for it again
Maybe I'll stop destroying my life and let myself live
And maybe I'll let myself be myself
But my eyes are heavy
And I still can't sleep
Burning and racing
And tripping and rolling and toking and drinking
And sanity
And insanity
The lines blurred
The vision gone
The snake lingering in the grass
Will you mistake the snake for a garden hose
To put out the fire
And when you turn the spicket
Only venom cums
And cum and cunt and dream
And an empty bucket
Waiting to be filled
And waiting for nothing
But waiting
Waiting to wait
The narrow road
But broad and spacious is the road leading to destruction
And I like to take the one less traveled
But I don't fit on it
It's too crowded
And I don't fit in this crowd
Someone saw me smoking a cigarette on the road
And I don't even smoke
But I was caught red handed
And now the game is up
I left the bed
I left the house
I wouldn't have gone home if I had somewhere else to go
But now I don't care
I gave up with a head full of psilocybe
And I realized that I wasn't in love
And I don't think I've ever been in love
I just like the idea
And I don't like you

Hasta La Vista... Baby.

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Global Eye -- Last Rights

Freedom of thought is the foundation of a free society.
Isn’t that worth defending?