William S. Burroughs Ipsum

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. 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. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. 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. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. the face of evil is always the face of total need. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. 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. 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. 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 love? what is it? most natural painkiller what there is. artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact. the face of 'evil' is always the face of total need. 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. 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... 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. every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage. knowing you might not make it... in that knowledge courage is born. you know a real friend? someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone. 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... a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. nothing did any good, i can talk and eat and shit." like a tadpole's tail and grow there. nerve connections were blocked... and infiltrated and atrophied. for a while, you could see... the silent, helpless suffering.

Our national drug is alcohol. we tend to regard the use any other drug with special horror. 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. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative. there is no intensity of love or feeling that does not involve the risk of crippling hurt. it is a duty to take this risk, to love and feel without defense or reserve. love? what is it? most natural painkiller what there is. the face of 'evil' is always the face of total need. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. cheat your landlord if you can -- and must -- but do not try to shortchange the muse. 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... open your mind and let the pictures out. it would get drunk, too, and have crying jags. finally, it talked all the time, nothing did any good, and the asshole said to him... so, finally, his mouth sealed over... nerve connections were blocked....

Anything that can be done chemically can be done by other means. artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact. the only possible ethic is to do what one wants to do. if i had my way we'd sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes. love is a haunting melody that i have never mastered, and i fear i never will. language is a virus from outer space. 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. when you stop growing you start dying. as soon as you know you are in prison, you have a possibility to escape. i can talk and eat and shit." all over his mouth. like burning gasoline jelly and the whole head... give orders anymore. it was trapped inside the skull... because the eyes went out....