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In My Dreams You Walk Dripping From A Sea Journey On The Highway Across America In Tears To The Door Of My Cottage In The Western Night

I Saw The Best Minds Of My Generation Destroyed By Madness, Starving Hysterical Naked.

That's What The Shaman Said. He Didn't Know What He Was Up Against. He Didn't Expect The Strength And Weight And Evil Intensity Of This Spirit, This "entity," As He Called It. The Same Way The Priest In An Exorcism Has To Take On The Spirit.

Whoever Controls The Media, The Images, Controls The Culture.

I Don't Think There Is Any Truth. There Are Only Points Of View.