William S. Burroughs Ipsum

Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. admittedly, a homosexual can be conditioned to react sexually to a woman, or to an old boot for that matter. in fact, both homo - and heterosexual experimental subjects have been conditioned to react sexually to an old boot, and you can save a lot of money that way. black magic operates most effectively in preconscious, marginal areas. casual curses are the most effective. a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. 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. your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. whether you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same: addiction. 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. 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. knowing you might not make it... in that knowledge courage is born. hustlers of the world, there is one mark you cannot beat: the mark inside. a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. then it developed sort of teethlike... and started eating. he thought this was cute at first and built an act around it... but the asshole would eat its way through finally, it talked all the time, nothing did any good, and the pieces would stick to his hands... like burning gasoline jelly except for the eyes, you dig? it needed the eyes. and infiltrated and atrophied. give orders anymore..

Anything that can be done chemically can be done by other means. hustlers of the world, there is one mark you cannot beat: the mark inside. your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative. in the u.s. you have to be a deviant or die of boredom. the face of 'evil' is always the face of total need. thou shalt not be such a shit, you don't know you are one. it's the little touches that make a future solid enough to destroy. "it is you who will shut up around here anymore. in the morning with transparentjelly... and infiltrated and atrophied. 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..

A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. 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. a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. like all pure creatures, cats are practical. if i had my way we'd sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes. in the u.s. you have to be a deviant or die of boredom. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. 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. 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. thou shalt not be such a shit, you don't know you are one. cheat your landlord if you can -- and must -- but do not try to shortchange the muse. whether you like it or not, you are committed to the human endeavor. i cannot ally myself with such a purely negative goal as avoidance of suffering. suffering is a chance you take by the fact of being alive. that old feeling is still in my leaking heart. shouting out it wanted equal rights. day and night. "it is you who will shut up after that, he began waking up like a tadpole's tail and grow there. so, finally, his mouth sealed over... nerve connections were blocked... and infiltrated and atrophied. so, the brain couldn't sealed off. the silent, helpless suffering the brain must have died... than a crab's eye at the end of a stalk. 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..