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You cannot petition the lord with prayer!

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There are things known and things unknown and in between are The Doors.
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Man, I’m sick of doubt.
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The sound of glass speaks quick, disdain and conceals what your eyes fight to explain.
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All our lives we sweat and save, Building for a shallow grave.
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People fear death even more than pain. It’s strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.
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If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
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Los Angeles is a city looking for a ritual to join its fragments, and The Doors are looking for such a ritual also.
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Guileless and without vanity, we were still in love with ourselves then.
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Twentieth-century culture’s disease is the inability to feel their reality.
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Each day is a drive through history.
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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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I want to feel what it’s like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going to happen to you once; I don’t want to miss it
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There are images I need to complete my own reality.
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That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is.
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Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind.
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A man searching for paradise lost can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world.
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Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.
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You have a lot of small choices. It’s like . . . I guess it’s the difference between suicide and slow capitulation . . .
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Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.
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You cannot petition the lord with prayer!
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Allow Cannot Devotion Lord Petition Prayer
What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister?
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My wild words slip into fusion and risk losing the solid ground. So stranger, get wilder still. Probe the highlands.
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People are strange when you’re a stranger.
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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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The time to hesitate is through no time to wallowin the mire Try now we can only lose and our love become a funeral pyre
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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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I’ve always thought comparisons were useless and ugly. It is a short cut to thinking.
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