William S. Burroughs Ipsum

Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. the only possible ethic is to do what one wants to do. which came first the intestine or the tapeworm? silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. whether you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same: addiction. 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 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 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. there is nothing more provocative than minding your own business. 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. cheat your landlord if you can -- and must -- but do not try to shortchange the muse. panic is the sudden realization that everything around you is alive. day and night. around here anymore. after that, he began waking up in the morning with transparentjelly... like a tadpole's tail so, the brain couldn't because the eyes went out... as one judge said to another judge: be just. and if you can't be just, be arbitrary..

Like all pure creatures, cats are practical. love? what is it? most natural painkiller what there is. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. 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. but the asshole would eat its way through nothing did any good, after that, he began waking up like a tadpole's tail so, finally, his mouth sealed over... except for the eyes, you dig? than a crab's eye at the end of a stalk..

After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say 'i want to see the manager.' a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. 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. black magic operates most effectively in preconscious, marginal areas. casual curses are the most effective. the face of evil is always the face of total need. the only possible ethic is to do what one wants to do. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. 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. you know a real friend? someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone. 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. it's the little touches that make a future solid enough to destroy. the dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set-up by the non-dreamers nothing is true, everything is permitted. shouting out it wanted equal rights. finally, it talked all the time, you could hear him for blocks, around here anymore. in the morning with transparentjelly... and the whole head... it needed the eyes. for a while, you could see... and there was no more feeling in them.