William S. Burroughs Ipsum

Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact. in deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality. the way to kill a man or a nation is to cut off his dreams, the way the whites are taking care of the indians: killing their dreams, their magic, their familiar spirits. a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. 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. i am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. i don't care if people hate my guts; i assume most of them do. the important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. my affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits. in the u.s. you have to be a deviant or die of boredom. the question is frequently asked: why does a man become a drug addict? the answer is that he usually does not intend to become an addict. you don't wake up one morning and decide to be a drug addict. it takes at least three months' shooting twice a day to get any habit at all. and you don't really know what junk sickness is until you have had several habits. it took me almost six months to get my first habit, and then the withdrawal symptoms were mild. i think it no exaggeration to say it takes about a year and several hundred injections to make an addict. the questions, of course, could be asked: why did you ever try narcotics? why did you continue using it long enough to become an addict? you become a narcotics addict because you do not have strong motivations in the other direction. junk wins by default. i tried it as a matter of curiosity. i drifted along taking shots when i could score. i ended up hooked. most addicts i have talked to report a similar experience. they did not start using drugs for any reason they can remember. they just drifted along until they got hooked. if you have never been addicted, you can have no clear idea what it means to need junk with the addict's special need. you don't decide to be an addict. one morning you wake up sick and you're an addict. (junky, prologue, p. xxxviii) 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. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. 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. thou shalt not be such a shit, you don't know you are one. it's the little touches that make a future solid enough to destroy. as soon as you know you are in prison, you have a possibility to escape. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. he thought this was cute at first like a tadpole's tail all over his mouth. and the pieces would stick to his hands... and grow there. and the whole head... would have amputated spontaneously that's the one thing so, the brain couldn't it was trapped inside the skull... of the brain behind the eyes. and then finally than a crab's eye at the end of a stalk. as one judge said to another judge: be just. and if you can't be just, be arbitrary..

Anything that can be done chemically can be done by other means. 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. every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage. a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. language is a virus from outer space. there are no innocent bystanders... what are they doing there in the first place? when you stop growing you start dying. thou shalt not be such a shit, you don't know you are one. 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. shouting out it wanted equal rights. nothing did any good, i can talk and eat and shit." like a tadpole's tail.

How i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. like all pure creatures, cats are practical. in the u.s. you have to be a deviant or die of boredom. love? what is it? most natural painkiller what there is. language is a virus from outer space. the question is frequently asked: why does a man become a drug addict? the answer is that he usually does not intend to become an addict. you don't wake up one morning and decide to be a drug addict. it takes at least three months' shooting twice a day to get any habit at all. and you don't really know what junk sickness is until you have had several habits. it took me almost six months to get my first habit, and then the withdrawal symptoms were mild. i think it no exaggeration to say it takes about a year and several hundred injections to make an addict. the questions, of course, could be asked: why did you ever try narcotics? why did you continue using it long enough to become an addict? you become a narcotics addict because you do not have strong motivations in the other direction. junk wins by default. i tried it as a matter of curiosity. i drifted along taking shots when i could score. i ended up hooked. most addicts i have talked to report a similar experience. they did not start using drugs for any reason they can remember. they just drifted along until they got hooked. if you have never been addicted, you can have no clear idea what it means to need junk with the addict's special need. you don't decide to be an addict. one morning you wake up sick and you're an addict. (junky, prologue, p. xxxviii) every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage. that old feeling is still in my leaking heart. then it developed sort of teethlike... his pants and start talking on the street... same as any other mouth. day and night. and sticking candles up it, but... around here anymore. i can talk and eat and shit." he would tear it off his mouth it needed the eyes. sealed off..