 Saturday, December 3, 2011 at 11:15AM
Saturday, December 3, 2011 at 11:15AM People are strange when you're a stranger
 Faces look ugly when you're alone
 Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
 Streets are uneven when you're down.
You know the day destroys the night,
 Night divides the day,
 Tried to run —
 Tried to hide —
 Break on through to the other side!
This is the strangest life I’ve ever known.
This is it
 no more fun
 the death of all joy
 has come.
I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos-especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom... Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.
People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.
You've seen your birth, your
 life and death; you might recall
 all of the rest — (did you
 have a good world when you
 died?) — enough to base
 a movie on?
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