as the clock strikes twelve — fear and loathing as america burns.

it still doesn’t feel real, you know, even though we’ve had the last three months to get used to this most heinous of american ideas. i spent inauguration day mimosa hazing and weed dazing my way through the beginning chapters of this incredibly traumatic, national acid trip of terror — the penultimate fucked-up, dystopian novel in which … Continue reading as the clock strikes twelve — fear and loathing as america burns.