William S. Burroughs Ipsum

Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. desperation is the raw material of drastic change. only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape. our national drug is alcohol. we tend to regard the use any other drug with special horror. 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. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. i am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. i don't care if people hate my guts; i assume most of them do. the important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. my affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits. there is nothing more provocative than minding your own business. 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. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. 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. little raspy incurving hooks he thought this was cute at first screaming at it to shut up... and sticking candles up it, but... and the asshole said to him... around here anymore. i can talk and eat and shit." like a tadpole's tail all over his mouth. except for the eyes, you dig? that the asshole couldn't do was see. it was trapped inside the skull... and then finally.

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. a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. the aim of education is the knowledge, not of facts, but of values. language is a virus from outer space. the face of 'evil' is always the face of total need. every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage. thou shalt not be such a shit, you don't know you are one. 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. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. nothing did any good, in the end, not me... in the morning with transparentjelly... that's the one thing 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..

Anything that can be done chemically can be done by other means. 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. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. in deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality. if i had my way we'd sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes. the face of 'evil' is always the face of total need. i bear my burden proudly for all to see, to conquer prejudice and ignorance and hate with knowledge and sincerity and love. whenever you are threatened by a hostile presence, you emit a thick cloud of love like an octopus squirts out ink... cheat your landlord if you can -- and must -- but do not try to shortchange the muse. it was unlike anything i ever heard. bubbly, thick, stagnant sound. a sound you could smell. this man worked for the carnival, you dig? finally, it talked all the time, "because we don't need you after that, he began waking up the silent, helpless suffering.