Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws

I can kind of envision one person with a lot of machines, tapes, and electronic set-ups...singi ng or speaking and using machines.

I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that seems to have no meaning.

There are things known and things unknown and in between are The Doors.

People are terrified to be set free - they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It's their security... How can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don't really want to be free?

I'll never wake up in a good mood again. I'm tired of these stinky boots

I think, in these days, especially in the States, you have to be a politician or an assassin or something, to really be a superstar.