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Society, parents they refuse to allow you to keep the freedom you were born with.

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I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that seems to have no meaning.
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Music inflames temperament.
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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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Music is your only friend until the end…
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Most people love you for who you pretend to be.
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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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They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.
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I see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments.
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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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How can I set free anyone who doesn’t have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom?
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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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I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.
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People are strange when you’re a stranger.
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That’s not saying that people shouldn’t keep trying to rebel against the facts of existence.
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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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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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No one here gets out alive.
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In the beginning we were creating our music, ourselves, every night . . . starting with a few outlines, maybe a few words for a song.
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Actually I don’t remember being born, it must have happened during one of my black outs.
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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 grand highway is crowded w/lovers & searchers & leavers so eager to please & forget. Wilderness.
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Just anything to get people to think. I mean if you can get a whole room full of drunk, stoned people to actually wake up and think, you’re doing something.
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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. You feel your strength in the experience of pain.
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Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind.
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Let’s just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. That’s all it was curiosity.
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Death Makes Angels of us all.
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The best songs just come unasked for. You don’t have to think about them. Summer is a good time for songs.
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