"Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives... and to the ‘good life,’ whatever it is and wherever it happens to be." ~Hunter S. Thompson
Thursday, October 07, 2010
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Satoshi Nakamoto claim
I met a man claiming to be Satoshi Nakamoto outside a building I work at near the SF train station. He asked to talk to me. He was white, 50...
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I met a man claiming to be Satoshi Nakamoto outside a building I work at near the SF train station. He asked to talk to me. He was white, 50...
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A Note from my Father Son Your mother’s crazy. She’s dressed and on the couch. Come get her. I’m going out to buy ci...
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Explain nothing, except your self. I feel like the last of a tribe struggling to keep my identity a secret from the mob, one step ahe...
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