Miami 1969-

Drunken, so far gone, bearded Jim at his best. Live in Miami is hands down, sure shot, my OF ALL TIME favorite "Five to One" versions. This is the infamous Miami concert where it is said the Lizard King exposed his cock! Morrison grew tired of people not listening to his poetic words and being viewed as a "sex goddess" or a drunken musician. Morrison wanted to be known as the poet he is. You can truly hear just how fucked up he really was and how the background music is so distorted.  And the rage in his voice and rath of what he really is trying to say.

"You're all a bunch of fuckin' idiots...Lettin' people tell you what you're gonna do! Lettin' people push you around! How long do you think it's gonna last?! How long are you gonna let it go on?! How long are you gonna let them push you around?! How long?! Maybe you like it! Maybe you like being pushed around! Maybe you LOVE IT! Maybe you like getting your face stuck in this shit! C'mon! Maybe you love getting pushed around! YOU LOVE IT DONT YA, YOU LOVE IT. You're all a bunch of slaves! Letting everybody push you around! - What around gonna do about it?! What are you gonna do about it?! What are you gonna do about it?! What are you gonna do about it?!What are you gonna do about itttttttt?! What are you gonna do about itttttttt?!  What are you gonna do?! What are you gonna do?! What are you gonna do?!!!!!"

Give it a listen, you'll be amazed and promised a laugh at how genius he is! Truly a fuckin' movement!



6:45 update after already being posted: My mom got mad when i opened our sliders to our backyard
and recitiedscreaming all of "YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF FUCKIN' SLAVES" and so on...she got mad.

.NeverEatSoggyWaffles.

the sound of drugs.

Best viedo, of all time.

Constant Consistency

. a days worth; I learned nothing.
. Lastnight; I learned the most.

the west is the best.

I often feel as if I'm not cut out for this world/life. As shitty as that may sound...I honestly hate this modern world and what it stands for. When I think of all these radioactive waves wifi I want to vomit in disgust. We've enabled cancerous poisons travel through our everyday lives via mass meat production and being hell bent, better yet brainwashed by the media, mass appeal and fashion. Society is so comfortably out of tune. And yes, I am a victim of such...being into the fashion aspect of the world, keeping up to date with current events, following up on the media. (I have a strong hate/hold for how much I allow myself to follow the media) However, it's all too natural. I find it all apart of my normal routine and life. In fact I think we don't even realize it anymore...we've become accustom to the hype. It's all fools gold. If it were up to me...We'd live like the Indians. I want to be able to live off nature again. That is what life is. I want to be able to hunt and cook my own food. To salute the sun as it rises and sets, for it is a sense of living. I want to be in harmony with the flowers and trees and know i can take a deep breath and have natural synchronicity, with myself and loved ones. I hate the constant use of cell phones, social websites, iphones and ipods. Fuck me, I still use a walk-man. My point being, as much as I may be a contributor, I'm the least bit. I just honestly feel my spirit is corrupt here. I hate this life. I hate these people and their diseased souls. I want to be free of such things.

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding

Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven

Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice

Blood in my love in the terrible summer

Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A.

Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers

Blood will be born in the birth if a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union
Blood on the rise, it's following me.

Indian, Indian what did you die for?

Indian says, nothing at all.