Surfers Life

hummm

2005-03-13T04:49:51Z

wow haha long time no typy in this piece of crap....hummm....well ive been sirfing and living life...same old shit i started school...fuck...and yea im surfing everyday or almost...hahah....k laterz fuckers...

surf_sex_sun @ 2005-01-29T19:04:00

2005-01-30T05:04:51Z

well im in hawaii and im stoked....but i gtg i got shit to do....haha srry...

surf_sex_sun @ 2005-01-25T07:21:00

2005-01-25T15:25:25Z

well sanity was never a question before but now it'll never happen...my mind cant stop thinking wont stop thinking cant stop thinking....ahhhh omg....i need help...haha

surf_sex_sun @ 2005-01-24T09:11:00

2005-01-24T17:16:56Z

well some people cant seem to not be able to take things the way. they were meant to be taken...
some people are just to self centered...
anyways this weekend was fuckign great...me and brian skated yerba buena= good herb...
and chilled all weekend...then on sunday i chilled with my love she skated with me and we talked i am in love and i dont know what or how to say it...

surf_sex_sun @ 2005-01-12T09:56:00

2005-01-12T17:57:08Z

You Are a Bright Star Soul

Like a shining star, you have no trouble being the center of attention
In fact, you often feel a bit hurt when all eyes aren't on you
You need to be number one in everything, no matter how trivial
And it's this ego that both hurts your confidence and helps you acheive

You're dramatic and a powerhouse of pure energy
You posess a divine quality or uniqueness that's hard to define
A natural performer, it's likely you'll become famous in some circles.
Just learn not to take everyone's reaction to you so personally!

Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul and Prophet Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?

surf_sex_sun @ 2005-01-12T09:54:00

2005-01-12T17:54:24Z

You Are a Boxer Puppy

Energetic, playful and good with kids.
You've also got a wild spirit that can't be trained or tamed.

What Breed of Puppy Are You?

hahha....

surf_sex_sun @ 2005-01-12T09:37:00

2005-01-12T17:46:49Z

"Peyote is a spiritual medicine. It can bring us in touch with the God within us, our Heavenly Father and our Earthly Mother. Peyote puts us in balance again with the Earth underneath our feet... Peyote is a plant sacrament. It is a plant teacher. It is a way of life. Our time in these bodies is brief. When we eat the Peyote we experience time and eternity, and it is from that vantage that, the next day, we can live our life in a very positive and non- trivial way, realizing that this day could be the last and everyone around us is our brother and sister and we need each other." ......

surf_sex_sun @ 2005-01-11T14:22:00

2005-01-11T22:27:40Z

ok whas up ppl its been wet..;)...haha...anyways yea im working on my truck its on its way its moving...and uhh im looking at my dream girl right this moment and i dont know what to say...

fuck that... anyways i have been addicted to the doors lately i cant hear enough i cant see to stop they are always on on my ipod...

why dont u come over here...make me feel alright...gloria....gloria....gloria....

i cant stop staring...

surf_sex_sun @ 2005-01-07T07:31:00

2005-01-07T15:32:04Z

In the year 2005 I resolve to:

Start smuggling contraband in baby diapers.

Get your resolution here

surf_sex_sun @ 2005-01-04T14:53:00

2005-01-04T22:55:15Z

well i sit here thinking of her i cant stand to walk by her again and not say anything but then again i dont know how to say anything...i sit here 6th once again and i cant think of anything to do i have no inspiration no desire to do anything i have work today...in 5 mins i leave for work then i uhh
work...then go home and do nothing...a

anyways i wish i knew how but i am just to shy...

surf_sex_sun @ 2005-01-04T07:17:00

2005-01-04T15:18:34Z

ok today is a not soo good im hungry and tired...bored...all those..i dont know what to do...

surf_sex_sun @ 2005-01-03T14:24:00

2005-01-03T22:25:52Z

well lets see first day back at school man this day was long...humm....i dont know...im bored 6th... i wanna do something...here in library...well anyways comment on this if u read my lj...or u will be deleted...

surf_sex_sun @ 2005-01-01T04:13:00

2005-01-01T12:14:27Z

HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEAR ASSHOLES....IM SOOO FUCKING DRUNK I CANT SEE...SOO FUCK ALL YOU PEOPLE...

Merry Fucking Christmas....

2004-12-25T17:34:07Z

hahaha...jk lol...

Merry Fucking Christmas bitches........

surf_sex_sun @ 2004-12-21T20:26:00

2004-12-22T04:22:22Z

well lets see im great im working and surfing...allot,,,sooo.....idk cya bitches later....

surf_sex_sun @ 2004-12-16T22:46:00

2004-12-17T06:48:54Z

well lets see today was a good day...
i got my board bag....
my stop pad...
my new phyco 2 3/2 i almost got a 4/3 but it woulda been to hot...
new kelly fins...
its sick...

anyways i love how all you people like talk soo much...lol....cant u learn how to respond to ppl...

surf_sex_sun @ 2004-12-15T19:27:00

2004-12-16T03:28:21Z

well lets see who ever seems to have read my lj is to pussy to claim there comment...soo go suck a dick...

fuck u pussy....

surf_sex_sun @ 2004-12-13T18:53:00

2004-12-14T03:03:38Z

well lets see this will be the second time i write this....

i guess some people are just to cool to talk to me anymore...your soo much cooler...well fuck that....i have more heart and soul you could ever imagine...soo fuck u all...that think ur the coolest i dont care if ur "popular" or what...i think some of you fucking people need to go back to the valley and some3 of the cool people that have heart and are cool should come out here cause lately ive meet some cool people from the valley and all i meet in MALIBU are fucking KOOK STUPID FUCKING RICH BITCHES....

soo all u people can go fucking disadd me if u want cause i dont give a fuck...ok fucking bitches....

surf_sex_sun @ 2004-12-13T18:44:00

2004-12-14T02:49:05Z

well i guess some people are TOO COOL!!! to talk to kyle now...wow your soooo cool....yea what the fuck ever...fuck all u people fuck all you people who dont know how to be a real friend...a real...w/e u wanna call it...FUCK YOU....

all i have to say
if u read this and dont like me anymore well just delete me of your buddylist thingy and dont fucking talk to me again...cause i didnt do shit to you....sooo fuck u all...ive been more than nice to all u people...all u fucking drama queens

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surf_sex_sun @ 2004-12-12T19:14:00

2004-12-13T03:09:44Z

wow ive had better thats all i have to say...

Mr Mojo Risin'

2004-12-08T18:07:55Z

Jim Morrison
He was the Lizard King, and he could do anything. Well, except live past the age of 27. But other than that, sky's the limit! Besides, that whole "death" thing is pretty questionable.
James Douglas Morrison was born in 1943 to a Navy admiral, of all people, and he grew up as an army brat, moving around from base to base and rarely forming lasting friendships. His father was a strict disciplinarian, which just goes to show that strict discipline is a pretty useless parenting technique.

As a child, Morrison's family had a jarring experience when they drove past a truck accident in the desert which had killed several Indians, who lay dying along the side of the highway. In Morrison's own words:

"Me and my mother and father, and a grandmother and a grandfather, were driving through the desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indian workers had either hit another car, or just — I don't know what happened — but there were Indians scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death. So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first time I tasted fear. I musta' been about four — like a child is like a flower, his head is floating in the breeze, man. The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking back — is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead Indians... maybe one or two of 'em... were just running around freaking out, and just leaped into my soul. And they're still in there."

Certainly, the incident left lasting scars on the young Lizard King's psyche; he would return to the incident again and again in his writing, most famously in the Doors song "Peace Frog":

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

By the time Morrison was a teenager, he was showing signs of Lizard Kingliness. In high school (one of his classmates was Mama Cass), he read Friedrich Nietzsche, William Blake and Jean-Paul Sartre, terrorized his teachers and fellow students, and discovered the joys of alcohol.

After a brief stint at a Florida college, Morrison trekked to UCLA in 1964, where he studied filmmaking with such prestigious classmates as Francis Ford Coppola and George Lucas. Among the lesser cinematographic lights in attendance was a young hippie named Ray Manzarek, whose chief claim to fame as a director came from convincing his Swedish girlfriend to pose nude in one of his student films.

But then, neither Manzarek nor Morrison were destined to be known as filmmakers. The two met on a beach one day, where Morrison was scrawling an ode to a fabulous babe in a bikini, under the title, "Hello, I Love You." Manzarek, a keyboardist, thought the poem was catchy, and a collaboration was born. After some false starts, they recruited drummer John Densmore and guitarist Robbie Krieger, and took the name "The Doors," after Aldous Huxley's "The Doors of Perception."

Morrison's preferred method of opening the "doors of perception" was chemical, including mainly alcohol and LSD, although he indulged in a smorgasbord of anything he could get his hands on — and this being Southern California in the 1960s, that was rather a lot.

The Doors got off to a slow start, partly due to the fact that Morrison couldn't "sing" per se, in the sense of carrying a tune. With a lot of practice, he soared to the level of... adequate. But then the technical singing performance wasn't the reason for the band's success. Morrison brought two major qualities to enhance the unquestionably excellent musical abilities of his bandmates: Charisma and dark poetry.

Morrison met his soul mate during this period, Pamela Courson, who would give new meaning to the word "long-suffering." The two embarked on a cyclical but long-lasting romance, with elements of codependency, verbal abuse, heavy drug use and rampant philandering.

While performing at the Whiskey A-Go-Go, an L.A. dive famous as a first stop for future superstars, the band worked out the kinks and discovered Morrison's powerful stage persona. A student of psychology, Morrison was fascinated by crowd dynamics and enjoyed working masses of people into frenzies. Morrison was also a student of obscenity; the Whiskey's management threw the band out on a regular basis for his profanity-laced ad libs, finally firing the band for a particularly florid performance of "The End" in which Morrison chanted "fuck the mother kill the father" for several minutes.

In 1967, the Doors were signed with Elektra Records and released their first single, "Break on Through." Written by Morrison, the song was a smash hit, drawing critical raves as well as fan adulation. Their second hit, "Light My Fire," written by Krieger, was an even bigger hit later in the year, and their first album went gold. The Doors had arrived.

Success didn't agree with Morrison, or rather it agreed with him a little too much. Drunk with power and drunk on whiskey, Morrison began experimenting more aggressively with manipulating crowds, while his personal life wheeled out of control. His estranged family only discovered his new fame from the media; they attended a Doors concert at which Morrison gave a particularly enthusiastic performance of the "fuck the mother kill the father" vignette, and that was pretty much it for the family (until after his death, when they overcame their distaste sufficiently to cash in on the royalties).

This was also a time of epic binges, and Morrison decorated the nation from coast to coast in the colors of his vomit and piss. He reportedly had a date with Janis Joplin which left the latter in tears. As the band worked on its second album, Morrison's lyrics took a turn toward the militant, with "Five to One" and "The Unknown Soldier." In concerts and offstage, Morrison became increasingly antagonistic toward authority figures, and in New Haven, CT, he suffered his first in a series of arrests for "public indecency" in concert.

Morrison's drinking increased along with the band's success, and Doors concerts were often marred by his drunken incoherence and the damage alcohol was doing to his singing voice. At the same time, however, the Doors successfully began undertaking more ambitious musical projects, such as "The Celebration of the Lizard," a half-hour fusion of music, drama and poetry that left crowds stunned into utter silence by its conclusion.

When reasonably sober, Morrison also became more adept at manipulating crowds; it was not unusual for a Doors concert to end in a near-riot or an over-the-top orgy. Concert hall floors were routinely littered with discarded clothes at the end of a concert, which in turn brought the band under increasing scrutiny by promoters and local authorities.

On a hot night in Miami, in an overbooked concert hall, Morrison's various demons converged to create a spectacle that would haunt the remainder of the Lizard King's days. Drunker than ever, which was saying a lot, Morrison goaded the crowd throughout the concert, at one point directly confronting them with their own adulation for him — You're all a bunch of fuckin' idiots. Letting people tell you what you're gonna do. Let people push you around. (...) Maybe you love it. Maybe you like being pushed around. Maybe you love getting your face stuck in the shit..." After a long chant of "what are you gonna do about it," Morrison followed up by (allegedly) simulating fellatio on bandmate Robbie Krieger, and (allegedly) exposing himself to the crowd.

The band left for its next concert date the following morning without a second thought. The usual Morrison antics, perhaps jacked up a notch or two, but then that was what the people were paying to see. Except that the story didn't end there. A story in the Miami Herald about the concert fanned public outrage with what may or may not have been an exaggeration of the obscenity of Morrison's performance (the facts of what happened are still hotly debated, even today).

Three days after the concert, the city of Miami filed an arrest warrant for Morrison, charging him with public indecency, profanity and drunkenness. The complaint was filed by an office worker for the state attorney general who happened to be at the concert. Despite the fact that this sort of controversy had been Morrison's bread and butter for three years, the media coverage was brutal and the band took big hits, both in morale and the pocketbook. Major venues either refused to book The Doors or required 5-figure "obscenity deposits," which the band would forfeit in the unlikely (hah!) event that Morrison did anything risque.

Jim's response to all this pressure was... you guess it! More drinking! More drugs! Whoo-hoo! Bring it on! He also whiled away the time hanging out with a New York City witch named Patricia Kennealy, whom he married in a pagan ceremony that year in which the happy couple drank each other's blood in a magical ceremony. The wedded bliss came to an end a couple weeks later, and Morrison urged the now-pregnant Kennealy to have an abortion, before riding off into the sunset to reunite with Pamela Courson.

With a jury composed entirely of people over 40 and a stridently unfriendly judge, Morrison's two-month trial in 1970 was a fiasco which ended in conviction. Morrison filed an appeal as the band finished production on its final album, the critically acclaimed "L.A. Woman."

As "L.A. Woman" burned up the charts, Morrison and Pamela Courson decided it was time for a break. According to various accounts, Courson was worried about Morrison's drinking and Morrison was worried about Courson's heroin use. For one or both of these reasons, as well as the mounting toll stardom was taking on Morrison's never-stellar sanity, the two decided to take a break with an extended stay in Paris in 1971, where Jim would focus on his poetry and forget about rock-n-roll for a while.

After a life spent before the spotlights, the final act of Jim Morrison's life is shrouded in shadows. There is no clear and undisputed account of what transpired in Paris; Morrison infrequently checked in with his bandmates, and when he did, he seemed upbeat and excited about new ideas for their music.

When the music's over, turn out the lights.

Morrison was found dead in his bathtub on July 3, 1971. The only person to see his "dead body" was Pamela Courson. She called some kind of doctor, who signed a death certificate illegibly and was never heard from again. The cause of death was listed as a heart attack. The funeral was a closed-coffin affair. No one but Courson (who committed suicide a few years later) and the never- identified doctor ever saw the body. The coffin, whether empty or full, was buried in Paris.

Obviously, these are the sort of circumstances which can lead people to reckless and irresponsible speculation. So let's get right to that.

There are as many rumors about Morrison's death as there are burnt-out hippies wandering the earth. The most widely accepted of these states that Morrison's death came after a heroin overdose. The problem with this theory is that Jim, while a fan of virtually every drug ever discovered, had a pathological hatred for heroin and frequently battled with Courson over her use of the drug. One variation on this theory states that Courson gave him some heroin to snort and told him it was cocaine.

Other theories have Morrison OD'ing on any number of other substances, including cocaine and alcohol, or choking on his own vomit after too much of the same. Further out on the fringe, some claim Morrison was assassinated by the Central Intelligence Agency for being a subversive influence, which seems like a bit of stretch.

The best theory about Morrison's death is, of course, that it never happened. Months before the Paris trip, Morrison had talked to friends at some length about his intention to fake his own death, leave his stardom behind and travel to Africa to live among whatever primitive peoples he imagined he could find there. He told people that he would send a message under the pseudonym, Mr. Mojo Risin', an anagram for "Jim Morrison" featured musically in "L.A. Woman."

Given the unusual circumstances of his death and the dearth of witnesses, the rumor that Morrison lives on has persisted. The surviving Doors occasionally take a shot at capitalizing on the idea by expounding their thoughts, but no one has reported receiving a telegram from Mr. Mojo Risin'. At least, not yet. On the other hand, even if Morrison didn't die in 1971, he would be 60 today. Given his insane habits, it seems quite likely that the Grim Reaper would have caught up with him by now, either through misadventure, overdose or simply bad living.

Unless the occasional talk about exhuming the Lizard King's body from its Paris resting place ever comes to fruition, we may never know if and when Jim Morrison broke on through to the other side. But if Janis Joplin is on another crying jag in Rock-N-Roll Heaven, well, that ought to be a good indicator.

Timeline
30 Oct 1970 Jim Morrison found guilty of obscenity, indecent exposure in Miami FL. Fined $500 and given a six months jail sentence, freed on $50,000 bond.

Happy Birthday Jim Morrison

2004-12-08T17:27:49Z

Yea yea yea...fucking happy birthday mother fucker.....

JIM MORRISON
1943 - 1971

You could say it's an accident that I was ideally suited for the work I am doing. It's the feeling of a bowstring being pulled back for 22 years and suddenly being let go. I am primarily an American, second, a Californian, third, a Los Angeles resident. I've always been attracted to ideas that were about revolt against authority. I like ideas about the breaking away or overthrowing of established order. I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos - especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom - external revolt is a way to bring about internal freedom. Rather than starting inside, I start outside - reach the mental through the physical. I am a Sagittarian - if astrology has anything to do with it - the Centaur - the Archer - the Hunt - But the main thing is that we are The Doors.

We are from the West. The whole thing is like an invitation to the West.

The sunset - This is the end
The night - The sea

The world we suggest is of a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun, you know? Toward the end. At least for our first album. We're all centered around the end of the zodiac. The Pacific - violence and peace - the way between young and the old.

surf_sex_sun @ 2004-12-06T20:46:00

2004-12-07T04:41:56Z

and also one thingi remeber

No one has evermeasured how much the heart can hold....

surf_sex_sun @ 2004-12-06T20:30:00

2004-12-07T04:38:36Z

how much can a heart take...how many times can it be twisted and ripped to pieces
my mind can take so much of what u people give me but i choose not to because im sicka dn tired of society all u people dont know me fo wha i am... i am more than all u people can ev4en imagine... al u ppl cant ever imagine somethings i can comprehend... i see in a society of blind... i know what all u ppl wont know for years...i have common sense i have a heart and none of u fucking bitches can see that...just like when i went to hawaii and moved there i was called a hoale ..and yet all u ppl want to leave the island but yet u all cant seem to protect it... i want to protect and cherish it to i love kauai its the most beautiful place ive ever been except those fucking byous...i cant seem to see there problem with ppl that want to help there fucked up island anyways...fuck them...

surf_sex_sun @ 2004-12-06T19:12:00

2004-12-07T03:10:31Z

well i went surfin' with brittles and mary was there and someother chick...idk her name...well lets see uhhh....im bored if u dont comment on my livejournal...then dont fucking leave me as ur friend fuck all u ppl im sick of all u ppl that dont comment...soooo fuck all those ppl of hatred