Hunter Thompson

It started out like a normal day for the man of the house. He had breakfast with his wife. She was no warmer or...

I sit in this room, this crumbling room I grew to love, cluttered by the mementoes of a crumbled life. Framed photographs of friends,...

The heavy decrepit bodies of the great and not so, mingled with their offsprings, children too young to realise that this too would be...

The trumpets that break the dawn A fanfare to the dying and unborn Passion replaced by duty Love replaced by fear And the ticking of the clock Says “Young...

She died in my arms Not a word was said In silence we rose And got out of our bed Her eyes would flash I knew them too well Every...

From the mansions of sadness To the bums on the street From the highways of loneliness To the halls of defeat I’ve watched your ascendance The road I never...