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In The Beginning We Were Creating Our Music, Ourselves, Every Night . . . Starting With A Few Outlines, Maybe A Few Words For A Song. Sometimes We Worked Out In Venice, Looking At The Surf. We Were Together A Lot And It Was Good Times For All Of Us. Acid, Sun, Friends, The Ocean, And Poetry And Music.

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In The Beginning We Were Creating Our Music, Ourselves, Every Night . . . Starting With A Few Outlines, Maybe A Few Words For A Song. Sometimes We Worked Out In Venice, Looking At The Surf. We Were Together A Lot And It Was Good Times For All Of Us. Acid, Sun, Friends, The Ocean, And Poetry And Music.

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Love Cannot Save You From Your Own Fate.

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The Future Is Uncertain But The End Is Always Near.

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I'll Never Wake Up In A Good Mood Again. I'm Tired Of These Stinky Boots

Out Here On The Perimeter There Are No Stars. Out Here We Is Stoned. Immaculate.

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Drugs Are A Bet With Your Mind.

Blood Is The Rose Of Mysterious Union.

No One Here Gets Out Alive.

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Being Drunk Is A Good Disguise. I Drink So I Can Talk To Assholes. This Includes Me.

Some Of The Worst Mistakes Of My Life Have Been Haircuts.

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I See Myself As A Huge Fiery Comet, A Shooting Star. Everyone Stops, Points Up And Gasps "oh Look At That!" Then - Whoosh, And I'm Gone... And They'll Never See Anything Like It Ever Again... And They Won't Be Able To Forget Me - Ever.

It May Have Been In Pieces, But I Gave You The Best Of Me.

I've Always Thought Comparisons Were Useless And Ugly. It Is A Short Cut To Thinking.

I Want To Have My Kicks Before The Whole Shithouse Goes Up In Flames.

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National Defense

You Cannot Petition The Lord With Prayer!

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I Pressed Her Thigh And Death Smiled

She Needed Cholly's Sins Desperately. The Lower He Sank, The Wilder And More Irresponsible He Became, The More Splendid She And Her Task Became. In The Name Of Jesus.

I Think That Phrase Is The Most Horrible Phrase In The English Language - 'i Don't Know.' It's Terribly Embarrassing.

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No One Thought Up Being. He Who Thinks He Has, Step Forward.

O Great Creator Of Being Grant Us One More Hour To Perform Our Art And Perfect Our Lives.

All Our Lives We Sweat And Save, Building For A Shallow Grave.

I'm Kind Of Hooked To The Game Of Art And Literature; My Heroes Are Artists And Writers.

Do You Know We Are Ruled By T.v.?

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