No one thought up being. He who thinks he has, step forward.
You cannot petition the lord with prayer!
What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn And tied her with fences and dragged her down
You live you die and death not ends it.
Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. That's all it was curiosity.
O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives.
Man, I'm sick of doubt.
The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.
The gate is straight, Deep and wide, Break on through to the other side...
Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.
Cinema returns us to anima, religion of matter, which gives each thing its special divinity and sees gods in all things and beings. Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.
The grand highway is crowded w/lovers & searchers & leavers so eager to please & forget. Wilderness.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day! The day's divinity! First thing you see!!
I like any reaction I can get with my music. Just anything to get people to think. I mean if you can get a whole room full of drunk, stoned people to actually wake up and think, you're doing something.
[...] My wild words slip into fusion and risk losing the solid ground. So stranger, get wilder still. Probe the highlands.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.
No one gets out of here alive.
Guileless and without vanity, we were still in love with ourselves then. We felt comfortable in our skins, enjoyed the news that our senses released to us, admired our dirt, cultivated our scars, and could not comprehend this unworthiness. Jealousy we understood and thought natural--a desire to have what somebody else had; but envy was a strange, new feeling for us.
Music inflames temperament.
Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.
The time you wait subtracts the joy The heads the angel you destroy
All games contain the idea of death.
All our songs are about love, travel and death.
My great joy is to give form to reality. Music is a great release, a great enjoyment to me. Eventually I'd like to write something of great importance. That's my ambition - to write something worthwhile.
Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss
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