| «This is not a good town for psychedelic drugs | 
| Extremely menacing vibrations are all around us» | 
| Dr. Gonzo: This place is getting to me. | 
| I think I’m getting the fear | 
| «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, a whole galaxy | 
| of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers and also a quart of | 
| tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether and two dozen | 
| amyls.» | 
| Sick distorted colors that stab into your skin | 
| The fluctuating light that comes from within | 
| Acid on the tongue goes straight through your brain | 
| Falling on the floor as you wince in pain | 
| «Total loss of all basic motor skills | 
| Blurred vision, no balance, numb tongue | 
| The mind recoils in horror | 
| Unable to communicate with the spinal column | 
| Which is interesting, because you can actually watch yourself | 
| Behaving in this terrible way.» | 
| Try to escape, but there’s nowhere left to run to | 
| I see you fall again on your face | 
| Never mind this horrid disgrace | 
| I see you, I feel you, I know you, I own you | 
| I see you, I feel you, I know you, I own you | 
| «The acid had shifted gears on him | 
| The next phase would probably be one of those hellishly intense introspective | 
| nightmares | 
| Four hours or so of catatonic despair.» | 
| «I decided to eat only half of the acid at first | 
| But I spilled the rest on the sleeve of my red woven shirt.» | 
| I see your skin is falling off your face | 
| And fall onto the floor | 
| Time drips away from the world | 
| And the time that you spent is an underworld | 
| I cannot see, but I know you’re sick | 
| And I do not mind that you try | 
| Anticipate about the world inside | 
| And take some more and fry your mind | 
| Hunter S Thompson: And a voice was screaming, «Holy Jesus, where are these | 
| goddamn animals?» | 
| Sick distorted colors that stab into your skin | 
| The fluctuating light that comes from within | 
| «Five sheets of high-powered blotter acid.» | 
| Acid on the tongue goes straight through your brain | 
| Falling on the floor as you wince in pain | 
| I see you, I feel you, I know you, I own you | 
| I see you, I feel you, I know you, I own you | 
| In your mind | 
| In your place | 
| In your sickness | 
| In disgrace | 
| In your mind | 
| In your face | 
| I know you never wanted this | 
| «One of the things you learn after years of dealing with drug people, | 
| is that you can turn your back on a person. | 
| But never turn your back on a drug. | 
| Especially when it’s waving a razor-sharp hunting knife in your eye.» |