William S. Burroughs Ipsum

Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape. anything that can be done chemically can be done by other means. our national drug is alcohol. we tend to regard the use any other drug with special horror. 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. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. nothing is true, everything is permitted. the aim of education is the knowledge, not of facts, but of values. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. 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 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. in the magical universe there are no coincidences and there are no accidents. nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen. and started eating. shouting out it wanted equal rights. nobody loved it. and then finally 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..

A functioning police state needs no police. anything that can be done chemically can be done by other means. hustlers of the world, there is one mark you cannot beat: the mark inside. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. after one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say i want to see the manager. i bear my burden proudly for all to see, to conquer prejudice and ignorance and hate with knowledge and sincerity and love. whenever you are threatened by a hostile presence, you emit a thick cloud of love like an octopus squirts out ink... danger is a biologic necessity, like dreams. if you face death, for that time, for the period of direct confrontation, you are immortal. and to start with it was like a novelty ventriloquist act. after a while, the ass started talking on its own. he would go in without anything prepared... and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time. he thought this was cute at first you could hear him for blocks, and the whole head... so, the brain couldn't sealed off. the silent, helpless suffering 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..

Sometimes paranoia's just having all the facts. be just and if you can't be just, be arbitrary. you can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal. a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. i bear my burden proudly for all to see, to conquer prejudice and ignorance and hate with knowledge and sincerity and love. whenever you are threatened by a hostile presence, you emit a thick cloud of love like an octopus squirts out ink... thou shalt not be such a shit, you don't know you are one. in the magical universe there are no coincidences and there are no accidents. nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen. then it developed sort of teethlike... finally, it talked all the time, would have amputated spontaneously and infiltrated and atrophied. as one judge said to another judge: be just. and if you can't be just, be arbitrary..