William S. Burroughs Ipsum

Artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact. 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. junk is the ideal product... the ultimate merchandise. no sales talk necessary. the client will crawl through a sewer and beg to buy. 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. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. 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. cheat your landlord if you can -- and must -- but do not try to shortchange the muse. the dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set-up by the non-dreamers a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. panic is the sudden realization that everything around you is alive. it was unlike anything i ever heard. bubbly, thick, stagnant sound. a sound you could smell. this man worked for the carnival, you dig? he thought this was cute at first in the end, not me... i can talk and eat and shit." and the pieces would stick to his hands... that the asshole couldn't do was see. and infiltrated and atrophied. it was trapped inside the skull....

A functioning police state needs no police. 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. a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. like all pure creatures, cats are practical. the face of evil is always the face of total need. smash the control images. smash the control machine. which came first the intestine or the tapeworm? your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative. 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. whether you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same: addiction. love? what is it? most natural painkiller what there is. smash the control images. smash the control machine. artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact. 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. thou shalt not be such a shit, you don't know you are one. 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. the dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set-up by the non-dreamers 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. open your mind and let the pictures out. and built an act around it... shouting out it wanted equal rights. and it wanted to be kissed, like a tadpole's tail and the pieces would stick to his hands... like burning gasoline jelly nerve connections were blocked... the brain must have died... as one judge said to another judge: be just. and if you can't be just, be arbitrary..

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. he would tear it off his mouth 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..