William S. Burroughs Ipsum

A functioning police state needs no police. a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. 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. junk is the ideal product... the ultimate merchandise. no sales talk necessary. the client will crawl through a sewer and beg to buy. the aim of education is the knowledge, not of facts, but of values. in my writing i am acting as a map maker, an explorer of psychic areas, a cosmonaut of inner space, and i see no point in exploring areas that have already been thoroughly surveyed. in the u.s. you have to be a deviant or die of boredom. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. you know a real friend? someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone. it's the little touches that make a future solid enough to destroy. 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. little raspy incurving hooks and built an act around it... his pants and start talking on the street... like burning gasoline jelly and grow there. and the whole head... it needed the eyes..

Hustlers of the world, there is one mark you cannot beat: the mark inside. you can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal. desperation is the raw material of drastic change. only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape. love? what is it? most natural painkiller what there is. 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. as soon as you know you are in prison, you have a possibility to escape. his pants and start talking on the street... shouting out it wanted equal rights. it would get drunk, too, and have crying jags. all over his mouth. that's the one thing it needed the eyes. the silent, helpless suffering the brain must have died....

You can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. 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. shouting out it wanted equal rights. in the end, not me... around here anymore. and infiltrated and atrophied. the brain must have died....