William S. Burroughs Ipsum

. In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality. you can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal. your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative. the first and most important thing an individual can do is to become an individual again, decontrol himself, train himself as to what is going on and win back as much independent ground for himself as possible there is nothing more provocative than minding your own business. language is a virus from outer space. 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. 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. 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. 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. there is in fact something obscene and sinister about photography, a desire to imprison, to incorporate, a sexual intensity of pursuit. and built an act around it... but the asshole would eat its way through you could hear him for blocks, "it is you who will shut up and the pieces would stick to his hands... like burning gasoline jelly that's the one thing for a while, you could see....

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. black magic operates most effectively in preconscious, marginal areas. casual curses are the most effective. the aim of education is the knowledge, not of facts, but of values. the only possible ethic is to do what one wants to do. love is a haunting melody that i have never mastered, and i fear i never will. you were not there for the beginning. you will not be there for the end. your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative love? what is it? most natural painkiller what there is. language is a virus from outer space. the face of 'evil' is always the face of total need. 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. the best way to keep something bad from happening is to see it ahead of time... and you can't see it if you refuse to face the possibility. as soon as you know you are in prison, you have a possibility to escape. danger is a biologic necessity, like dreams. if you face death, for that time, for the period of direct confrontation, you are immortal. it was unlike anything i ever heard. bubbly, thick, stagnant sound. a sound you could smell. this man worked for the carnival, you dig? then it developed sort of teethlike... i can talk and eat and shit." after that, he began waking up in the morning with transparentjelly... like burning gasoline jelly nerve connections were blocked... for a while, you could see... the silent, helpless suffering and there was no more feeling in them 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..

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. knowing you might not make it... in that knowledge courage is born. and started eating. he thought this was cute at first finally, it talked all the time,.