The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun.
JIM MORRISONThe most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.
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Jealousy we understood and thought natural–a desire to have what somebody else had; but envy was a strange, new feeling for us.
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Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn And tied her with fences and dragged her down
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People cluster to TV, soap operas, movies, theater, pop idols and they have wild emotion over symbols. But in the reality of their own lives, they’re emotionally dead.
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All our songs are about love, travel and death.
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The time to hesitate is through.
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Everybody insists that freedom is what they want the most, the most sacred and precious thing a man can possess. But that’s bullshit! People are terrified to be set free – they hold on to their chains.
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I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.
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Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.
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They grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are.
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Listen, real poetry doesn’t say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.
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Getting drunk . . . you’re in complete control up to a point. It’s your choice, every time you take a sip.
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When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experence.
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Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom? Have you been born yet & are you alive?
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Tell them you came, and saw, and looked into my eyes and saw the shadow of the guard receding.
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All your soft wild promises were words, birds, endlessly in flight.
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