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I like the Doors, especially this song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHFK1yKfiGo
Man this stuff is trippy and near impossible to understand. Makes me wonder about our end, will it be as lonely as this single existence, that we all share? Who will cuddle us in our graves? Maybe the ghost of Jim Morrison, or maybe Buddy Holly, hell my doors are open to anyone at this point.

Love for a song and love for a person seem to be two different things, who knew? I love my girlie and at the same time, love this drug culture. Hell, Woodstock sounds so friggin' cool right now, like a gun sounds to a ten year old or a can o' prunes to an elderly folk.

To love is to live and let die, or so the drawing says. Should we listen to the brightly colored paper? And what's the deal with this sex stuff? Never getting lost in my workings, never ever.

Jim Morrison, our fallen-- We cannot forget him or his "ivory shaft". Pick up your history books children, read between the lines, and look at all the nastiness it hides. Become a brother to a sister, and a friend to a hobo, for even hobos need homies. Whatever that means.

Worry not, for in the end, you die. Heaven or Hell, you've died. By scythe or sickle, you've lost your mortality. And whether you get virgins or not it doesn't matter. For in life all that really matters is your hide, no matter how useless it is in un-life.

Live for destiny, and she'll live to put holes in you. That's how it works, and for the moment you ain't got a choice to how it works.

So ends another rant. Whatever...