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Messages - Jim Morrison
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« on: June 08, 2016, 01:57:25 AM »
Yeah I've been really bad the last few months upon moving into shared household.
Bed 4AM everynight, wake up 11;30.
Tis not good
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« on: June 08, 2016, 01:45:40 AM »
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« on: June 08, 2016, 12:59:29 AM »
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« on: June 08, 2016, 12:55:38 AM »
o you know the warm progress
Under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys
To the kingdom
Have you been borne yet
& are you alive?
Let's reinvent the gods, all teh myths
Of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
(Have you forgotten the lessons
Of the ancient war)
We need great golden copulations
The fathers are cackling in trees
Of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea
Do you know we are being led to
Slaughters by placid admirals
& that fat slow generals are getting
Obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is dry blood beast
Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
In the next block of green vine
Amassing for warfare on innocent
Herdsman who are just dying
O great creator of being
Grant us one more hour to
Perform our art
& perfect our lives
The moths & atheists are doubly divine
& dying
We live, we die
& death not ends it
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« on: December 09, 2015, 05:04:47 AM »
It's Amazing! It's Honey on tap! A guy from Byron Bay made this! Goodbye Honey Industry!
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« on: December 09, 2015, 03:10:43 AM »
hahha
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« on: December 06, 2015, 08:38:42 PM »
classic shitpost
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« on: December 06, 2015, 08:05:49 PM »
This bait smells funny.
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« on: December 02, 2015, 11:22:14 PM »
.. A little bit more uplifting and not so mysterious.
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« on: December 02, 2015, 11:17:53 PM »
For reasons we can't explain, she's dying.
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« on: December 02, 2015, 11:13:59 PM »
Change your picture, yuck.
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« on: December 02, 2015, 11:12:40 PM »
Love me two times, baby
Love me twice today
Love me two times, girl
I'm goin' away
Love me two times, girl
One for tomorrow
One just for today
Love me two times
I'm goin' away
Love me one time
I could not speak
Love me one time
Yeah, my knees got weak
But love me two times, girl
Last me all through the week
Love me two times
I'm goin' away
Love me two times
I'm goin' away
Oh, yes
Love me one time
I could not speak
Love me one time, baby
Yeah, my knees got weak
But love me two times, girl
Last me all through the week
Love me two times
I'm goin' away
Love me two times, babe
Love me twice today
Love me two times, babe
'Cause I'm goin' away
Love me two time, girl
One for tomorrow
One just for today
Love me two times
I'm goin' away
Love me two times
I'm goin' away
Love me two times
I'm goin' away
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« on: July 04, 2015, 12:19:15 AM »
Erode shores of tranquility
Guide the crimson tide
Flood the blessed sands
With millions of tortured souls (of Christ)
Enter into perversity
Rise with triumphs of blasphemy
Glorious upon black thrones adorn
Catholicism falls...
The subject says: I see first many things which dance... then everything gradually becomes connected.
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« on: July 04, 2015, 12:15:22 AM »
You are an alt, so off yourself
I am the lizard king. I can do anything.
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« on: July 04, 2015, 12:12:25 AM »
Fgts! Cowering in the dirt, thinking... what, I wonder? That you might escape the coming fire? No. Your forum will burn until its surface is but glass! And not even your Cheat will live to creep, blackened, from its hole to mar the reflection of our passage; the culmination of our Journey. For your destruction is the will of the Bnet! And I...I am their instrument!"
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« on: June 06, 2015, 03:37:31 AM »
Those who approach the godly hour
will provoke and conquer
You need to let go of your past
Thoughts are like windows
A light that describes your soul.
Your sweet family of blood
Spilled over the floor
Shame and creed is your game
Mop bucket and a basket
is your only claim.
Rest on my shoulder
calm your thoughts
listen to the coming rain
take me by the hand
and I'll show you how to understand.
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« on: May 23, 2015, 05:47:18 AM »
The negotiations were short...
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« on: May 23, 2015, 05:23:55 AM »
depression
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« on: May 12, 2015, 02:43:01 AM »
Willy Wonka Fudge Bar.
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« on: May 12, 2015, 02:39:26 AM »
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« on: May 12, 2015, 02:38:31 AM »
When I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me,
"Come here and take a lesson from the lovely lemon tree."
"Don't put your faith in love, my boy", my father said to me,
"I fear you'll find that love is like the lovely lemon tree."
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
One day beneath the lemon tree, my love and I did lie
A girl so sweet that when she smiled the stars rose in the sky.
We passed that summer lost in love beneath the lemon tree
The music of her laughter hid my father's words from me:
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
One day she left without a word. She took away the sun.
And in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done.
She'd left me for another, it's a common tale but true.
A sadder man but wiser now I sing these words to you:
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
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« on: May 12, 2015, 02:23:31 AM »
Love me christ today!
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« on: May 12, 2015, 01:55:03 AM »
Seriously come back to Bnet.
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« on: May 08, 2015, 01:00:55 AM »
Look where we worship.
We all live in the city.
The city forms -- often physically, but inevitably psychically -- a circle. A Game. A ring of death with sex at its center. Drive toward outskirts of city suburbs. At the edge discover zones of sophisticated vice and boredom, child prostitution. But in the grimy ring immediately surrounding the daylight business district exists the only real crowd life of our mound, the only street life, night life. Diseased specimens in dollar hotels, Iow boarding houses, bars, pawn shops, burlesques and brothels, in dying arcades which never die, in streets and streets of all-night cinemas.
When play dies it becomes the Game.
When sex dies it becomes Climax.
All games contain the idea of death.
Baths, bars, the indoor pool. Our injured leader prone on the sweating tile. Chlorine on his breath and in his long hair. Lithe, although crippled, body of a middle-weight contender. Near him the trusted journalist, confidant. He liked men near him with a large sense of life. But most of the press were vultures descending on the scene for curious America aplomb. Cameras inside the coffin interviewing worms.
It takes large murder to turn rocks in the shade and expose strange worms beneath. The lives of our discontented madmen are revealed.
Camera, as all-seeing god, satisfies our longing for omniscience. To spy on others from this height and angle, pedestrians pass in and out of our lens like rare aquatic insects.
Yoga powers. To make oneself invisible or small. To become gigantic and reach to the farthest things. To change the course of nature. To place oneself anywhere in space or time. To summon the dead. To exalt senses and perceive inaccessible images, of events on other worlds, in one's deepest inner mind, or in the minds of others.
The sniper's rifle is an extension of his eye. He kills with injurious vision.
The assassin (?), in flight, gravitated with unconscious, instinctual insect ease, moth-like, toward a zone of safety, haven from the swarming streets. Quickly, he was devoured in the warm, dark, silent maw of the physical theater.
Modern circles of Hell: Oswald (?) kills President.
Oswald enters taxi. Oswald stops at rooming house.
Oswald leaves taxi. Oswald kills Officer Tippitt.
Oswald sheds jacket. Oswald is captured.
He escaped into a movie house.
In the womb we are blind cave fish.
Everything is vague and dizzy. The skin swells and there is no more distinction between parts of the body. An encroaching sound of threatening, mocking, monotonous voices. This is fear and attraction of being swallowed.
Inside the dream, button sleep around your body like a glove. Free now of space and time. Free to dissolve in the streaming summer.
Sleep is an under-ocean dipped into each night. At morning, awake dripping, gasping, eyes stinging.
The eye looks vulgar Inside its ugly shell. Come out in the open In all of your Brilliance.
Nothing. The air outside burns my eyes. I'll pull them out and get rid of the burning.
Crisp hot whiteness City Noon Occupants of plague zone are consumed.
(Santa Ana's are winds off deserts
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« on: February 07, 2015, 05:15:19 AM »
Pointless thread
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« on: February 07, 2015, 05:13:08 AM »
Also Ushan is my certified combat m8 now who somehow managed to do worse than me - a total noob. Thanks for the lulz.
I still can't hear the word "Desticle" without reliving the shrekoning that transpired that day.
What Halo games do you have?
I believe he said he had all the ones for the 360.
That poor dog ..
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« on: February 07, 2015, 04:38:29 AM »
Because your all a lie. Stay in school emofag.
Did that come across as emoish did it?
YES IT DID IT DID
It really wasn't mean to.
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« on: February 07, 2015, 04:37:22 AM »
I wish I lost them when I was 13.
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« on: February 07, 2015, 04:36:28 AM »
Because your all a lie. Stay in school emofag.
Did that come across as emoish did it?
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« on: February 07, 2015, 04:33:24 AM »
'Decaying Flesh'.
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