- Jim Morrison
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
“Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.”
"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 am gone....and they'll never see anything like it ever again, and they wont be able to forget me...ever.."