But none of them realized as Dalí did that dreams are actually not indistinct and misty and floaty. They happen in the middle of the afternoon. Crystal clear. …And dreams don’t have a subtext. You don’t think in a dream. The most unusual stuff happens in the most unusal way. All in broad daylight with no shade.
People ask me ‘are you proud to be an American?’ and I say ‘I don’t know, I didn’t have a lot to do with it. My parents fucked there, that’s about all.’ I hate patriotism. I can’t stand it. It’s a round world last time I checked.
— Bill Hicks (via sulliverstravels)
I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown…
— Jim Morrison