Death is inevitable, beautiful. Only one thing that I desire from it; when you come to me, please come with dignity.

Sometimes it is discombobulating that I am written by God, and all the shining stars they too are. We came from the same place, doesn't it make sense that we are supposed to have something beautiful in common too?

People are stupid and most of them only use their heads to wear tiara or hats.

I always have had a strong feeling that my work will be known posthumously. After my body is buried under the cold ground and my soul gets lost be wandering among all the strangers in the neon gray groves. Maybe, maybe...

And, in the involuntary loop of detachment, he's forever mine.

Love is like a butterfly, you must let it fly. I think so. So I'm just torn between the two states, I wanna sleep with him every night to show him the new dawn through my eyes and I never want him in my bed, so the romance gets the accurate rhythm of deathless song. But even if we don't talk anymore, I think, at the end of the day, in our involuntary loop of detachment he's already mine.

At night I wanna get high, and stand on the ledge of a cliff to watch the city veil. Until I see the new dawn of the unborn world.

When your crazy will find mine, we'll live the monologue like haunted - beastlike, wild with our mutant hearts. The sun, the road, fast, dust, sand in the wind, the ride, electric soul, L. A Woman - rock and roll.

I constantly seek the paradise that I believe exists right behind the door of freedom that I haven't found yet. I really can't connect with those who never really sought the other world.