p.45'Then you hear yourself mumbling: "Dogs fucked the Pope, no fault of mine. Watch out! . . . Why money? My name is Brinks; I was born . . . born? Get sheep over side . . . women and children to armored car . . . orders from Captain Zeep." '
Hunter S. Thomson . . . Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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The rhythms in this writing, the flow of that brain! Fuck!
XM :-)
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