William S. Burroughs Ipsum

Happiness is a byproduct of function, purpose, and conflict; those who seek happiness for itself seek victory without war. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage. 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. hustlers of the world, there is one mark you cannot beat: the mark inside. perhaps all pleasure is only relief. 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. your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. in the u.s. you have to be a deviant or die of boredom. 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. there are no innocent bystanders... what are they doing there in the first place? 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. in homosexual sex you know exactly what the other person is feeling, so you are identifying with the other person completely. in heterosexual sex you have no idea what the other person is feeling. it is to be remembered that all art is magical in origin - music, sculpture, writing, painting - and by magical i mean intended to produce very definite results. paintings were originally formulae to make what is painted happen. art is not an end in itself, any more than einstein's matter-into-energy formulae is an end in itself. like all formulae, art was originally functional, intended to make things happen, the way an atom bomb happens from einstein's formulae. a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. 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. i can talk and eat and shit." would have amputated spontaneously that's the one thing it needed the eyes..

Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. happiness is a byproduct of function, purpose, and conflict; those who seek happiness for itself seek victory without war. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. junk is the ideal product... the ultimate merchandise. no sales talk necessary. the client will crawl through a sewer and beg to buy. nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death. 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..

After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say 'i want to see the manager.' 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. which came first the intestine or the tapeworm? there is no intensity of love or feeling that does not involve the risk of crippling hurt. it is a duty to take this risk, to love and feel without defense or reserve. smash the control images. smash the control machine. 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. 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... it is to be remembered that all art is magical in origin - music, sculpture, writing, painting - and by magical i mean intended to produce very definite results. paintings were originally formulae to make what is painted happen. art is not an end in itself, any more than einstein's matter-into-energy formulae is an end in itself. like all formulae, art was originally functional, intended to make things happen, the way an atom bomb happens from einstein's formulae. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. 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. but the asshole would eat its way through in the end, not me... in the morning with transparentjelly... and the pieces would stick to his hands....