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May 27

I think I’m dumb, or maybe just happy…

I think I’m dumb, or maybe just happy…

(via kurt-cobain)

He truly was some sort of messiah…

He truly was some sort of messiah…

May 26

One of my favourite pictures of one of my favourite people

One of my favourite pictures of one of my favourite people

Bob Dylan’s words of wisdom

Bob Dylan’s words of wisdom

[video]

[video]

Possibly the best $150 I have ever spent.

Possibly the best $150 I have ever spent.

Kurt Cobain brushing his teeth in a rather unique manner.

Kurt Cobain brushing his teeth in a rather unique manner.

Poetry Pages

 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