William S. Burroughs Ipsum

After a shooting spree, they always want to take the guns away from the people who didn't do it. i sure as hell wouldn't want to live in a society where the only people allowed guns are the police and the military. a functioning police state needs no police. a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. the only possible ethic is to do what one wants to do. nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death. 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. 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. as soon as you know you are in prison, you have a possibility to escape. that old feeling is still in my leaking heart. then it developed sort of teethlike... and started eating. and built an act around it... same as any other mouth. finally, it talked all the time, nothing did any good, in the end, not me... "because we don't need you and grow there. that the asshole couldn't do was see. and infiltrated and atrophied. give orders anymore. for a while, you could see... and then finally 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..

I am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. as soon as you know you are in prison, you have a possibility to escape. 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..

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. there are no innocent bystanders... what are they doing there in the first place? 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. around here anymore. all over his mouth. that the asshole couldn't do was see. the silent, helpless suffering.