The gate is straight, Deep and wide, Break on through to the other side…
JIM MORRISONTo keep their love, you keep pretending – performing. You get to love your pretense…It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act – and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image
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Most people love you for who you pretend to be.
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Take it easy baby, take it as it comes – specialize in having fun!
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How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio.
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Give me songs to sing and emerald dreams to dream and I’ll give you love unfolding.
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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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We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.
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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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My wild words slip into fusion and risk losing the solid ground. So stranger, get wilder still. Probe the highlands.
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Some people surrender their freedom willingly but others are forced to surrender it. Imprisonment begins with birth.
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Blake said that the body was the soul’s prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the ‘windows of the soul.’
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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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That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is.
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Blood is the rose of mysterious union.
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There’s nothing wrong with being a large mammal.
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We are content in the ‘given’ in sensation’s quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark.
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