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When I logged into JetPunk today I decided to view my profile instead of taking quizzes and discovered that I had the ability to post my own blog. Although it is fairly early in the morning and I have nothing to say I ventured onto the page where I can edit my blog post. Instantly I was confronted with two dilemma; not only did I need to create a title for my propaganda, but I was strictly forbidden from using insults, vulgar language and spam. Not just forbidden, but strictly forbidden as if the prospect of eternal damnation was the price I would pay for my insolence and rebellion. I have always been a lazy individual and for most of my youth I held the mistaken belief that I had invented procrastination, so although my title has nothing to do with the subject matter, it is simple and required a minimum amount of thought, effort and typing.

Since 1979 The Doors have been my favorite band and recently I have become convinced that Jim Morrison faked his own death in 1971 and the songs on the L.A. Woman include clues about him disappearing and about his life after death, so to speak. I'm not saying Jim Morrison is alive in 2019, but he most certainly was alive in 1972.