The movie will begin in five moments,
The mindless voice announced.
All those unseated will await the next show.
We filed slowly, languidly into the hall.
The auditorium was vast and silent.
As we seated and were darkened,
The voice continued:
The program for this evening is not new,
You've seen this entertainment through and through.
You've seen your birth, your life and death,
You might recall all of the rest.
Did you have a good world when you died?
Enough to base a movie on?
I'm getting out of here.
Where are you going?
To the other side of morning.
Please don't chase the clouds, pagodas.
Her cunt gripped him like a warm friendly hand.
It's all right, all your friends are here.
When can I meet them?
After you've eaten.
I'm not hungry.
Uh, we meant beaten.
Silver stream, silvery scream
Oooh, impossible concentration.
i thought this was a poem he wrote.
it is a poem he wrote, its a song on American Prayer.
It could be Jim looking back on his life with a retrospective eye, and also appears hauntingly psychic after watching Oliver Stones "The Doors".
Perhaps Jim knew his existence had been larger than life, almost like a movie. He lived enough that a movie based on his life seemed almost predictable.