Ok here goes.
Don't know what the point of it is but it is what is on my mind.
Warning: for sloppiness, or Caution: for sloppiness.
Jag hade en terapeut Lena Fyhr, hon var Kristen, vi kom fram till att Jim Morrison var ''säker'' att det fanns ett efterliv.
Så the run-down, Jim Morrison rock-sångare i 70 tals bandet The Doors med tre andra medlemmar.
Startade i California.
''The West is the best, The West is the best''.
Did peyote in the desert.
As a kid saw a dying American-Indian next to the roadway and since had an infatuation with death... or I guess that came later, but attributed.
His last years in the band he got fat, and sloppy, and ended it with a bottle of Whiskey, you know how druggies are in the decline, they actually go back to the simple stuff -
Though his death we do not know - or they would not entail - one argument is barbituarates (spelling).
He died in a bathtub in Paris, is buried in France; his wife found him in the bathtub
''So this is what you wanted''
He as death wanted to be known as poet, not rock-musician, or musician.
Early in the courtship he wrote poems to his wife.
< they just knocked on the door to my neighbor disturbing my thought flow >
She joined him to death not long after his death, in heart failure.
The muse remained, and beginning muse poems, turned into song lyrics for The Doors.
There is a great movie, directed by Oliver Stone, about the band The Doors, where Val Kilmer plays Jim Morrison and Meg Ryan plays his wife Pam.
Well, close to the end of the career, he asks the manager on the airplane, about heroin, and the manager says I won't let the same thing happen to you as Janis (Joplin)!!!
Matter of fact Jim, turned the age of Janis twenty-seven, before he said good-bye to his humankind visit here... or something like that, maybe he lives in the ground I don't know.