William S. Burroughs Ipsum

Language is a virus from outer space. a functioning police state needs no police. a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. most of the trouble in this world has been caused by folks who can't mind their own business, because they have no business of their own to mind, any more than a smallpox virus has. be just and if you can't be just, be arbitrary. black magic operates most effectively in preconscious, marginal areas. casual curses are the most effective. hustlers of the world, there is one mark you cannot beat: the mark inside. in my writing i am acting as a map maker, an explorer of psychic areas, a cosmonaut of inner space, and i see no point in exploring areas that have already been thoroughly surveyed. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. never do business with a religious son-of-a-bitch. his word ain't worth a shit -- not with the good lord telling him how to fuck you on the deal. language is a virus from outer space. artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact. i miss you so much your absence causes me, at times, accute pain. i don't mean sexually. i mean in connection with my writing. nothing exists until or unless it is observed. an artist is making something exist by observing it. and his hope for other people is that they will also make it exist by observing it. i call it 'creative observation.' creative viewing. man is an artifact designed for space travel. he is not designed to remain in his present biologic state any more than a tadpole is designed to remain a tadpole. you know a real friend? someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone. cheat your landlord if you can -- and must -- but do not try to shortchange the muse. as a young child i wanted to be a writer because writers were rich and famous. they lounged around singapore and rangoon smoking opium in a yellow pongee silk suit. they sniffed cocaine in mayfair and they penetrated forbidden swamps with a faithful native boy and lived in the native quarter of tangier smoking hashish and languidly caressing a pet gazelle. danger is a biologic necessity, like dreams. if you face death, for that time, for the period of direct confrontation, you are immortal. i am not a person and i am not an animal. there is something i am here for something i must do before i can go. did i ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? his whole abdomen would move up and down, you dig, farting out the words. and built an act around it... day and night. in the end, not me... "because we don't need you and grow there. because the eyes went out....

Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. our national drug is alcohol. we tend to regard the use any other drug with special horror. happiness is a byproduct of function, purpose, and conflict; those who seek happiness for itself seek victory without war. a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. be just and if you can't be just, be arbitrary. black magic operates most effectively in preconscious, marginal areas. casual curses are the most effective. hustlers of the world, there is one mark you cannot beat: the mark inside. a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. a psychotic is a guy who's just found out what's going on. desperation is the raw material of drastic change. only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape. love? what is it? most natural painkiller what there is. after one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say i want to see the manager. there is nothing more provocative than minding your own business. language is a virus from outer space. the face of 'evil' is always the face of total need. nothing exists until or unless it is observed. an artist is making something exist by observing it. and his hope for other people is that they will also make it exist by observing it. i call it 'creative observation.' creative viewing. the junk merchant doesn't sell his product to the consumer, he sells the consumer to his product. he does not improve and simplify his merchandise. he degrades and simplifies the client. every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. hustlers of the world, there is one mark you cannot beat: the mark inside. there is in fact something obscene and sinister about photography, a desire to imprison, to incorporate, a sexual intensity of pursuit. panic is the sudden realization that everything around you is alive. i am not a person and i am not an animal. there is something i am here for something i must do before i can go. that old feeling is still in my leaking heart. did i ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? his whole abdomen would move up and down, you dig, farting out the words. his pants and start talking on the street... it would get drunk, too, and have crying jags. day and night. you could hear him for blocks, around here anymore. he would tear it off his mouth.

Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. our national drug is alcohol. we tend to regard the use any other drug with special horror. every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage. love? what is it? most natural painkiller what there is. after one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say i want to see the manager. never do business with a religious son-of-a-bitch. his word ain't worth a shit -- not with the good lord telling him how to fuck you on the deal. you know a real friend? someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone. in the magical universe there are no coincidences and there are no accidents. nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen. that old feeling is still in my leaking heart. in the end, not me... it was trapped inside the skull... as one judge said to another judge: be just. and if you can't be just, be arbitrary. what a horrible loutish planet this is. the dominant species consists of sadistic morons, faces bearing the hideous lineaments of spiritual famine swollen with stupid hate. hopeless rubbish..