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January 13, 2017
If that won't immanentize the Eschaton, what will?
The sporting editors had also given me $300 in cash, most of which was already spent on extremely dangerous drugs. The trunk of the car looked like a mobile police narcotics lab. We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. - - Text Patterns - The New Atlantis
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Sounds like a nice start....
Posted by: ghostsniper at January 13, 2017 12:42 PM
Good times.
Posted by: leelu at January 14, 2017 7:07 AM
Meh.....Just a daily menu for the Left.
Posted by: Jack at January 14, 2017 8:12 AM
Those days are over........mostly.
Posted by: Tripletap at January 14, 2017 6:05 PM
Just a few more tweaks...
Posted by: kinch at January 15, 2017 3:08 AM