[Culture] Remembering the lizard king.

December 8, 1943 – July 3, 1971. I never walked the earth the same time as Morrison, but his music and poetry has shaped my being. Everyone has an artist/artists who reaches their bones, Jimmy is one of them for me. 

The New Creature by Jim Morrison  

Lizard Woman. With your insect eyes. Your wild surprise. Warm daughter of silence. Venom. Turn your back with a slither of moaning wisdom. The unblinking blind eyes. Behind walls new histories rise and wake growling & whining the weird dawn of dreams. Dogs lie sleeping. The wold howls. A creature lives out the wars. A forest. A rustle of cut words, choking river.