A Separate Reality Show

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Sister Morphine
by Marianne Faithfull

Here I lie in my hospital bed,
Tell me, sister morphine, when are you coming round again.
Oh, I don’t think I can wait that long,
Oh, you see I’m not that strong.

The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ears.
Tell me, sister morphine, how long have I been lying here?
What am I doing in this place ?
Why does the doctor have no face ?
Oh, I can’t crawl across the floor.
Can’t you see, sister morphine, I’m just trying to score.

Well, it just goes to show things are not what they seem.
Please, sister morphine, turn my nightmare into dreams.
Oh, can’t you see I’m fading fast
And that this shot will be my last.

Sweet cousin cocaine, lay your cool hands on my head.
Hey, sister morphine, you’d better make up my bed
For you know and I know in the morning I’ll be dead,
And you can sit around and you can watch the clean white sheets stain red.

Playing to the gallery
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"You think about yourself too much and that gives you a strange fatigue that makes you shut off the world around you and cling to your arguments.

A light and amenable disposition is needed in order to withstand the impact and the strangeness of the knowledge I am teaching you. Feeling important makes one heavy, clumsy, and vain. To be a man of knowledge one needs to be light and fluid.

One has to reduce to a minimum all that is unnecessary in one's life.

Once you decide something put all your petty fears away. Your decision should vanquish them. I will tell you time and time again, the most effective way to live is as a warrior. Worry and think before you make any decision, but once you make it, be on your way free from worries or thoughts; there will be a million other decisions still awaiting you. That's the warrior's way.

A warrior thinks of his death when things become unclear. The idea of death is the only thing that tempers our spirit."

--Juan Mateus

(from: A Separate Reality, by Carlos Castaneda .)

"You are beautiful, my manufactured love,
but it is only Svengali talking to himself"

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