William S. Burroughs Ipsum

How i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. be just and if you can't be just, be arbitrary. like all pure creatures, cats are practical. perhaps all pleasure is only relief. your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative. 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? 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. 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. danger is a biologic necessity, like dreams. if you face death, for that time, for the period of direct confrontation, you are immortal. in the magical universe there are no coincidences and there are no accidents. nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen. little raspy incurving hooks and started eating. and built an act around it... you could hear him for blocks, screaming at it to shut up... in the morning with transparentjelly... and the pieces would stick to his hands... it needed the eyes. so, the brain couldn't give orders anymore. it was trapped inside the skull... for a while, you could see... and then finally and there was no more feeling in them.

A functioning police state needs no police. after one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say 'i want to see the manager.' artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact. 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. hustlers of the world, there is one mark you cannot beat: the mark inside. junk is the ideal product... the ultimate merchandise. no sales talk necessary. the client will crawl through a sewer and beg to buy. which came first the intestine or the tapeworm? love? what is it? most natural painkiller what there is. there is nothing more provocative than minding your own business. writers, like elephants, have long, vicious memories. there are things i wish i could forget. knowing you might not make it... in that knowledge courage is born. 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. hustlers of the world, there is one mark you cannot beat: the mark inside. there is in fact something obscene and sinister about photography, a desire to imprison, to incorporate, a sexual intensity of pursuit. nothing is true, everything is permitted. panic is the sudden realization that everything around you is alive. 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. little raspy incurving hooks it would get drunk, too, and have crying jags. except for the eyes, you dig? it needed the eyes. it was trapped inside the skull... of the brain behind the eyes..

A functioning police state needs no police. a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. 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. nothing is true, everything is permitted. in deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality. your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative. a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. a psychotic is a guy who's just found out what's going on. if i had my way we'd sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes. love? what is it? most natural painkiller what there is. there are no innocent bystanders... what are they doing there in the first place? artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact. 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. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. 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. cheat your landlord if you can -- and must -- but do not try to shortchange the muse. in homosexual sex you know exactly what the other person is feeling, so you are identifying with the other person completely. in heterosexual sex you have no idea what the other person is feeling. there is in fact something obscene and sinister about photography, a desire to imprison, to incorporate, a sexual intensity of pursuit. screaming at it to shut up... around here anymore. so, the brain couldn't of the brain behind the eyes..