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Messages - Jim Morrison
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« on: January 23, 2015, 01:18:02 AM »
Your best is rather abysmal.
Some of the worst mistakes in my life were haircuts
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« on: January 23, 2015, 01:16:59 AM »
I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments.
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« on: January 23, 2015, 01:15:05 AM »
This alt is terrible.
Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.
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« on: January 23, 2015, 01:12:33 AM »
Sep7agon are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. Sep7agon talk about how great the forum is, but that’s bullshit. Love for forums hurts. Feelings are disturbing. Sep7agon are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. Sep7agon 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. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting Camnator destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.
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« on: January 23, 2015, 01:00:44 AM »
Sweetness.. I was only joking..
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« on: January 23, 2015, 12:53:54 AM »
No one here gets out alive.
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« on: January 23, 2015, 12:46:33 AM »
You feel your strength in the experience of pain.
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« on: January 23, 2015, 12:44:43 AM »
Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.
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« on: January 23, 2015, 12:43:11 AM »
A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself-and especially to feel, or not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at any moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.
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« on: January 08, 2015, 02:33:12 AM »
This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend
The end of our elaborate plans
The end of ev'rything that stands
The end
No safety or surprise
The end
I'll never look into your eyes again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need of
some strangers hand
In a desperate land
Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the king's highway
Weird scenes inside the goldmine
Ride the highway West baby
Ride the snake
Ride the snake
To the lake
To the lake
The ancient lake baby
The snake is long
Seven miles
Ride the snake
He's old
And his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is calling us
The blue bus is calling us
Driver, where you taking us?
The killer awoke before dawn
He put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived
And then he paid a visit to his brother
And then he walked on down the hall
And he came to a door
And he looked inside
Father?
Yes son
I want to kill you
Mother, I want to...
Come on, baby, take a chance with us
Come on, baby, take a chance with us
Come on, baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend
The end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me...
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« on: January 08, 2015, 02:30:07 AM »
That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession.
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« on: January 08, 2015, 02:28:39 AM »
Where's your will to be weird?
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« on: December 17, 2014, 05:44:07 AM »
THE ANATOMY OF ROCK
The 1st electric wildness came
over the people
on sweet Friday.
Sweat was in the air.
The channel beamed,
token of power.
Incense brewed darkly.
Who could tell then that here
it would end?
One school bus crashed w/ a train.
This was the Crossroads.
Mercury strained.
I couldn't get out of my seat.
The road was littered
w/ dead jitterbugs.
Help,
we'll be late for class.
The secret flurry of rumor
marched over the yard &
pinned us unwittingly
Mt. fever.
A girl stripped naked on the
base of the flagpole.
In the restrooms all was cool
& silent
w/ the salt-green of latrines.
Blankets were needed.
Ropes fluttered.
Smiles flattered
& haunted.
Lockers were pried open
& secrets discovered.
Ah sweet music.
Wild sounds in the night
Angel siren voices.
The baying of great hounds.
Cars screaming thru gears
& shrieks
on the wild skid & slid
into dangerous curves.
Favorite corners.
Cheerleaders raped in summer
buildings.
Holding hands
& bopping towards Sunday.
Those lean sweet desperate hours.
Time searched the hallways
for a mind.
Hands kept time.
The climate altered like a
visible dance.
Night-time women.
Wondrous sacraments of doubt
Sprang sullen in bursts of fear & guilt
in the womb's pit hole
below
The belt of the beast
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« on: December 14, 2014, 10:06:58 PM »
Our culture mocks "primitive cultures" and prides itself on suppression of natural instincts and impulses.
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« on: December 14, 2014, 09:57:47 PM »
Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection
Send my credentials to the House of Detention
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« on: December 12, 2014, 10:17:03 PM »
Your fraud John, you did nothing but help yourself during those tuff times when the rest endured. Made a living of a generation that you ripped off, while we kept it alive and direct to the people, you were all talk, no action, and left with your riches. That's why Yoko left you and came to me. It may have been in pieces, but I gave you the best of me and you burnt me, so I lighted her fire.
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« on: December 12, 2014, 09:29:13 PM »
You feel your strength in the experience of pain. What's put you into hospital?
My friend had to be air lifted after being rear ended by a drunk driver. He spun out of control, hit three trees and a wall. He was propelled out the car. But, the paramedics have no idea how the hell he ended up outside, the wreckage was in a way that it was impossible for him to get out. But they found him on the floor, on the side. He actually should be dead, as in, cut in half.
I hope you and your friend rest easy, that's quite a traumatic situation to have experienced.
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« on: December 12, 2014, 09:26:03 PM »
Lost in a Hangover wilderness of pain
And all the mods are insane
All the mods are insane
Waiting for the camnator rain
There's danger on the edge of Sep7agon
Ride the cheat king's highway
Weird scenes inside the Flood
Ride the Fox, West baby!
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« on: December 12, 2014, 09:22:37 PM »
You feel your strength in the experience of pain. What's put you into hospital?
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« on: December 12, 2014, 07:35:54 PM »
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« on: December 12, 2014, 06:49:44 PM »
Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts.
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« on: December 12, 2014, 06:07:54 PM »
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« on: December 12, 2014, 06:05:30 PM »
Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.
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« on: December 12, 2014, 06:00:21 PM »
Do, or do not, There is no try.
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« on: December 12, 2014, 05:55:32 PM »
Hello, I love you Won't you tell me your name?
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« on: December 12, 2014, 10:20:20 AM »
You know the day destroys the night,
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« on: December 12, 2014, 10:16:35 AM »
Our society needs police cats.
Cats in my view, would be more detectives. They are patient with their prey, slow at first then fast and precise.
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« on: December 12, 2014, 10:06:07 AM »
The night dies every morning
but she laughs at the day after all.
You must hide the sun from her,
I got through, but I’m still here.
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« on: December 12, 2014, 10:02:04 AM »
You're also a faggot.
A bunch of sticks? I think he hardly qualifies.
No, a homosexual faggot.
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« on: December 12, 2014, 09:29:32 AM »
This is good party' music mate!,
Quite, very fast pasted and full of engertic consciousness energy.
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