Twentieth-century culture’s disease is the inability to feel their reality.
JIM MORRISONWhatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is.
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We felt comfortable in our skins, enjoyed the news that our senses released to us, admired our dirt, cultivated our scars, and could not comprehend this unworthiness.
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You get to love your pretense…It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act…
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Each generation wants new symbols, new people, new names. They want to divorce themselves from their predecessors.
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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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Someday, who knows, we might conquer death, disease and war.
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Death Makes Angels of us all.
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There are subtle ways to punish a person for daring to feel. You see that everyone around you has destroyed his true feeling nature. You imitate what you see.
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This is the strangest life I’ve ever known.
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The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.
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I offer images-I conjure memories of freedom that can still be reached-like the Doors, right? But we can only open the doors-we can’t drag people through.
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I like to let each thing happen – direct it a little consciously, maybe – but just kind of follow the vibrations I get in each particular circumstance.
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We’re reaching for death on the end of a candle We’re trying for something that’s already found us
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Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But, it’s usually too battered with rules to be heard, and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move.
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The only solution is to confront them – confront yourself – with the greatest fear imaginable.
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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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