William S. Burroughs Ipsum

If i had my way we'd sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes. language is a virus from outer space. the face of 'evil' is always the face of total need. 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. 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. a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. then it developed sort of teethlike... sealed off. 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..

Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. language is a virus from outer space. after one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say 'i want to see the manager.' happiness is a byproduct of function, purpose, and conflict; those who seek happiness for itself seek victory without war. nothing is true, everything is permitted. 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. in the u.s. you have to be a deviant or die of boredom. smash the control images. smash the control machine. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. 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. thou shalt not be such a shit, you don't know you are one. 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. to be an outlaw you must first have a base in law to reject and get out of, i never had such a base. i never had a place i could call home that meant any more than a key to a house, apartment or hotel room. ... am i alien? alien from what exactly? perhaps my home is my dream city, more real than my waking life precisely because it has no relation to waking life... nothing is true, everything is permitted. 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. day and night. you could hear him for blocks, "because we don't need you after that, he began waking up like burning gasoline jelly and infiltrated and atrophied. out of the closets and into the museums, libraries, architectural monuments, concert halls, bookstores, recording studios and film studios of the world. everything belongs to the inspired and dedicated thief.... words, colors, light, sounds, stone, wood, bronze belong to the living artist. they belong to anyone who can use them. loot the louvre! a bas l'originalit.

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. you could hear him for blocks,.