William S. Burroughs Ipsum

After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say 'i want to see the manager.' there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. smash the control images. smash the control machine. he thought this was cute at first his pants and start talking on the street... you could hear him for blocks, after that, he began waking up all over his mouth..

Our national drug is alcohol. we tend to regard the use any other drug with special horror. 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. a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. 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. desperation is the raw material of drastic change. only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape. writers, like elephants, have long, vicious memories. there are things i wish i could forget. 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. when you stop growing you start dying. thou shalt not be such a shit, you don't know you are one. the dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set-up by the non-dreamers we are all alone, born alone, die alone, and -- in spite of true romance magazines -- we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. i do not say lonely -- at least, not all the time -- but essentially, and finally, alone. this is what makes your self-respect so important, and i don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness open your mind and let the pictures out. that old feeling is still in my leaking heart. and started eating. beating at it with his fists... "it is you who will shut up like a tadpole's tail and grow there. and infiltrated and atrophied. the brain must have died... 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..

Our national drug is alcohol. we tend to regard the use any other drug with special horror. in deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality. like all pure creatures, cats are practical. the only possible ethic is to do what one wants to do. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. 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 is a haunting melody that i have never mastered, and i fear i never will. smash the control images. smash the control machine. there are no innocent bystanders... what are they doing there in the first place? 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. 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. 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. hustlers of the world, there is one mark you cannot beat: the mark inside. a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. 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. nobody loved it. like burning gasoline jelly would have amputated spontaneously that's the one thing it needed the eyes. of the brain behind the eyes. 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..