Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all.
Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things through narrow chinks of his cavern.
If my wings should fail me, Lord. Please meet me with another pair.
I dwell in Possibility—
A fairer House than Prose—
More numerous of Windows—
Of Chambers as the Cedars—
Impregnable of Eye—
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky—
Of Visitors—the fairest—
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise—
“I dress for myself. Not for the image, not for the public, not for the fashion, not for men.”
- Marlene Dietrich
You got me rockin when I ought to be a-rollin
Darlin, tell me, darlin, which way to go
You keep me rockin, baby, then you keep me strollin
Won’t you tell me, darlin, which way to go…
Edie Sedgwick + Velvet Underground