STRANGE RAVINGS FROM A HUNTER S. THOMPSON FAN IN THE MIDST OF FOOD POISONING

i got food poisoning on the 30th and i ended up in bed all day and night new years eve and i started hallucinating (no i didn't have any hallucinogens) and i found this scawled out on my notepad the next day:
dangerous vibrations all around me. I feel like I'm in the midst of some cruel totalitarian Neo-Nazi death camp and the fuhrer can't decide which minority he wants to put on display for the whole yippie world to see as he castrates this poor son of a bitch. then when all is said and done he'll probably put them on sale as soulless servants made with the primary function to suck your dick and do your laundry with a grimace.we live in the land of sodomy and fortune where you can get whatever you want i your daring enough to stick your hand down the hyenas throat and reach for it. where and when the madness will end are the questions of the millennium but how is the social certainty that constantly changes with one culture to the next. sure people are strange but i don't think even Morrison could have hoped for a freak like this; some sort of pseudo-psychotic ex-mutant with a license to kill, a thirst for blood, and a penchant for mayhem, and as he's looming down on you, the last thought that will race through your mind is: IS THIS SOME SORT OF FUCKING NIGHTMARE OR DID I REALLY LEAVE THE OVEN ON LAST NIGHT.