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“The Night is young
& full of rest
I can’t describe
the way she’s dress’d
She’ll pander to some strange
requests
Anything that you suggest
Anything to please her guest.”
― The Lost Writings of Jim Morrison, Vol. 1: Wilderness
& full of rest
I can’t describe
the way she’s dress’d
She’ll pander to some strange
requests
Anything that you suggest
Anything to please her guest.”
― The Lost Writings of Jim Morrison, Vol. 1: Wilderness
“A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.”
― On the Road
― On the Road
“Tell them you came, and saw, and looked
into my eyes and saw the shadow
of the guard receding.
Thoughts in time and out of season,
the hitchinker stood by the side of the road
and levelled his thumb in the
calm calculus of reason.
[...]
Why does my mind circle around you?
Why do planets wonder what it
would be like to be you?
All your soft wild promises were words,
birds, endlessly in flight.”
― Wilderness: The Lost Writings, Vol. 1
into my eyes and saw the shadow
of the guard receding.
Thoughts in time and out of season,
the hitchinker stood by the side of the road
and levelled his thumb in the
calm calculus of reason.
[...]
Why does my mind circle around you?
Why do planets wonder what it
would be like to be you?
All your soft wild promises were words,
birds, endlessly in flight.”
― Wilderness: The Lost Writings, Vol. 1
“The grand highway is crowded with lovers
and searchers
and leavers
so eager to please, and to forget. Wilderness”
― Wilderness: The Lost Writings, Vol. 1
and searchers
and leavers
so eager to please, and to forget. Wilderness”
― Wilderness: The Lost Writings, Vol. 1
“In the holy solipsism
of the young
Now I can't walk thru a city
street w/out eying each
single pedestrian. I feel
thier vibe thru my
skin, the hair on my neck
--- it rises.”
― Wilderness: The Lost Writings, Vol. 1
of the young
Now I can't walk thru a city
street w/out eying each
single pedestrian. I feel
thier vibe thru my
skin, the hair on my neck
--- it rises.”
― Wilderness: The Lost Writings, Vol. 1
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