Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.
JIM MORRISONOut here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.
JIM MORRISONThe grand highway is crowded w/lovers & searchers & leavers so eager to please & forget. Wilderness.
JIM MORRISONAll our songs are about love, travel and death.
JIM MORRISONWe could plan a murder Or start a religion.
JIM MORRISONLove cannot save you from your own fate.
JIM MORRISONA man searching for paradise lost can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world.
JIM MORRISONAll the poems have wolves in them. All but one. The most beautiful one of all. She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug.
JIM MORRISONIndians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind.
JIM MORRISONThe program for this evening is not new. You’ve seen this entertainment through and through.
JIM MORRISONWhen sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experence.
JIM MORRISONThe only solution is to confront them – confront yourself – with the greatest fear imaginable.
JIM MORRISONI like any reaction I can get with my music. Just anything to get people to think.
JIM MORRISONThis is the strangest life I’ve ever known.
JIM MORRISONI think people resist freedom because they’re afraid of the unknown. But it’s ironic.
JIM MORRISONThe most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces.
JIM MORRISONRather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.
JIM MORRISON