Ronnie

"It's a matter of demolishing experience, just a question of gathering up all fragments into one zone of awareness, then pulverizing them sufficiently to expel from the system through its tiny doors, leaving behind the mind stripped bare, devastated and stark as ground zero. You got to have the balls to lace your own network with it; let the risk illuminate your own fluids. Look at these capillaries! Lit up like emerald peacock feathers! You gotta hook your brain fibre on the spike of a distant star and let it stretch you at the receding speed of the primal explosion. All the way, brothers and sisters, to the breaking point, and pray for a glimpse before the tissue tears. The extension of the human mind, the structure of technology squats on the surface area of collective consciousness. Get out from under the antientropic plumbing; become not just the source of energy but the receiving substance as well. Rediscover selfprogramming! It's more than likely that a little self-abuse will be necessary to bruise away the dependence on bad habits. A little hootch, a little cootch, even a bloody brawl will keep you tainted in the understanding of Pilate's apostles and off their provendor menu. Keep yourself honest until the day you got the karmic warhead primed and can explode in their faces, leaving them gasping around mouthfuls of powdered teeth. For now, take it as a delight to be nothing more than a stab of flesh with the total mathematical content of a pleasure quotient. Use your brain as an instrument for appreciating sensual input with its developed intricacies only as experiments in methods of acquiring more and better pleasure. Enough keeps the mythology erect - too much brings it down and through the floor. Ache on through to the other side! Kill the image! Create the essence! Never forget: the cockcunt and the brain are just opposite ends of the same organ." (Jim Morrison in a letter, 1969)