One night I dreamed that the great Jim Morrison would dictate his poems to me, and like a elusive lover he took the elevator with me and then disappeared ... This collection is not an attempt to reproduce the works of the great Jim but rather as a kind of prose,
shamanism obtained by the disregard of the senses. I felt the spirit of the great Jim nearby of me when writing these poems ... Greetings to you great Lizard King!
"Dance of the scalp, reducer of heads, Teeth whitener, ivory sculptor
Give their glory to the elephants, Rectifier of wrong,
They will appease the anger of the heavens with their blood, The sword of Damocles, the navel of the world,
From their charnel house, rise the garden, Sidereal corollas, lace of the first morning."