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aquarda · 7 months
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They need a lot of music to atone for their sins
against the great gods of disorder
Jim Morrison, from “The Tape Noon Journal”
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aquarda · 7 months
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This is my forest a sea of wires. This gaggle of vision is my flame. These trees are men, the engineers. And a tribe of farmers on their Sunday off.
Gods — the directors. Cameras, Greek Centaurs on the boom, with silent Mobile grace
Toward me — a leaping clown In the great sun’s eye. Grand danger there in curved thigh. The avenging finger — lord.
Jim Morrison, from “The Tape Noon Journal”
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aquarda · 7 months
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Humanity begins where the Empire ended
Jim Morrison, from “Loose Page Poems”
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aquarda · 7 months
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This story has no moral. Trust not sleep or sorrow.
Jim Morrison, from “Notebook and Journal Poems”
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aquarda · 8 months
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The Doors - Strange Days
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aquarda · 8 months
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aquarda · 8 months
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aquarda · 10 months
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Out here in the perimeter there are no stars Out here we is stoned Immaculate
— Jim Morrison, from “The Elektra Tapes”
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aquarda · 11 months
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we could plan a murder,
or start a religion
Jim Morrison, from “The Elektra Tapes”
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aquarda · 11 months
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The form is an angel of soul
from horse to man to boy
& back again
Jim Morrison, from “The Tape Noon Journal”
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aquarda · 11 months
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the mystery of flight to be inside the brain of a bird
to slide gracefully & knowledgeably into graveland
The Big dream vs. violent assassination of spirit & neck & skull
wounded he arrived
Jim Morrison, from “The Tape Noon Journal”
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aquarda · 11 months
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“How you must of think and wondered How I must feel Out on the meadows While you run the field I'm alone, for you”
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aquarda · 1 year
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aquarda · 1 year
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“Tell them you came and saw and looked into my eyes and watched the shadows of the guard receding.”
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aquarda · 1 year
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Strange new maturity Booze could not kill or quench it.
Strange charade of the guardian angels Progenitors of love & lust
ode to war & demons
Jim Morrison, from “Notebook and Journal Poems”
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aquarda · 1 year
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I don’t believe in murder Yet I will not be a serf I can’t become a scape goat I’m confused as any woman Yet I feel like any man
Hermaphroditic saviour take it as you can
Jim Morrison, from “Notebook and Journal Poems”
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aquarda · 1 year
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Jim Morrison by Frank Lisciandro, 1968.
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