William S. Burroughs Ipsum

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. 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. black magic operates most effectively in preconscious, marginal areas. casual curses are the most effective. 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. language is a virus from outer space. 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. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. 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. 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. he thought this was cute at first it would get drunk, too, and have crying jags..

Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. hustlers of the world, there is one mark you cannot beat: the mark inside. nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. love? what is it? most natural painkiller what there is. smash the control images. smash the control machine. artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact. 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. 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. a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. and started eating. and sticking candles up it, but... in the end, not me... all over his mouth. like burning gasoline jelly and grow there. and the whole head... would have amputated spontaneously that the asshole couldn't do was see. the brain must have died....

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. 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. you know a real friend? someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone. same as any other mouth. day and night. and sticking candles up it, but... and there was no more feeling in them as one judge said to another judge: be just. and if you can't be just, be arbitrary..