I think I’m dumb, or maybe just happy…
(via kurt-cobain)
He truly was some sort of messiah…
One of my favourite pictures of one of my favourite people
Bob Dylan’s words of wisdom
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Possibly the best $150 I have ever spent.
Kurt Cobain brushing his teeth in a rather unique manner.
Toward the latter stage of his career, and life, Jim Morrison seemingly became fed up with being labelled simply as a musician. In his mind, he was a writer, a gentle being with the soul of a poet. While some critics dismissed him as “arrogant” and “conceited”, particularly after he released self-published volumes of his poetry, many others saw Morrison as a talented, somewhat misunderstood artist. The dark and sinister undertones laced throughout both his poetry and music gave a revealing insight into the mind of a man whose popularity has transcended his own existence. Here is an excerpt fromWilderness: The Lost Writings of Jim Morrison Volume 1.
SIRENS
Midnight
criminal metabolism of guilt forest
Rattlesnakes whistles catcalls
Remove me from this hall of mirrors
This filthy glass
Are you her
Do you look like that
How could you be when
no one ever could
Poet of the call-girl storm
She left a note on the bedroom door.
“If I’m out, bring me to.”
I dropped by to see you
late last night
But you were out
like a light
Your head was on the floor
& rats played pool w/ your eyes
Death is a good disguise
for late at night
Wrapping all its games in its calm garden
But what happens
when the guests return
& all unmask
& you are asked
to leave
for want of a smile
I’ll still take you then
But I’m your friend
ODE
NEW YORK MAIDENS
everyone has Their own magic
There is no death
so nothing matters
High Style
Flash & forgive me
high button shoes
clean arrangement
messy breeding
love’s triumph
everlasting hope & fulfillment
THE AMERICAN NIGHT
for leather accrues
The miracle of the streets
The scents & somgs &
pollens of existence
Shiny blackness
so totally naked she was
Totally un-hung-up
We looked around
lights now on
To see our fellow travellers