William S. Burroughs Ipsum

Happiness is a byproduct of function, purpose, and conflict; those who seek happiness for itself seek victory without war. sometimes paranoia's just having all the facts. perhaps all pleasure is only relief. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. smash the control images. smash the control machine. your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative. nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death. if i had my way we'd sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes. 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. artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact. 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. when you stop growing you start dying. 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. like all pure creatures, cats are practical. a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. he thought this was cute at first but the asshole would eat its way through it would get drunk, too, and have crying jags. same as any other mouth. beating at it with his fists... and sticking candles up it, but... around here anymore. and the pieces would stick to his hands... like burning gasoline jelly give orders anymore. because the eyes went out... 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..

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. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. you can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal. a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. knowing you might not make it... in that knowledge courage is born. 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. and the asshole said to him... in the end, not me... it needed the eyes. for a while, you could see... 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..

How i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. love? what is it? most natural painkiller what there is. and built an act around it... give orders anymore. than a crab's eye at the end of a stalk..