William S. Burroughs Ipsum

A functioning police state needs no police. anything that can be done chemically can be done by other means. 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. perhaps all pleasure is only relief. smash the control images. smash the control machine. if i had my way we'd sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes. whether you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same: addiction. 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 smash the control images. smash the control machine. when you stop growing you start dying. 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 i am not a person and i am not an animal. there is something i am here for something i must do before i can go. and it wanted to be kissed, i can talk and eat and shit." he would tear it off his mouth would have amputated spontaneously except for the eyes, you dig? it needed the eyes. the brain must have died....

Language is a virus from outer space. 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. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. be just and if you can't be just, be arbitrary. the cat does not offer services. the cat offers itself. of course he wants care and shelter. you don't buy love for nothing. 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. in the u.s. you have to be a deviant or die of boredom. there is nothing more provocative than minding your own business. there are no innocent bystanders... what are they doing there in the first place? every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage. thou shalt not be such a shit, you don't know you are one. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. 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... how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. i can talk and eat and shit." so, finally, his mouth sealed over... than a crab's eye at the end of a stalk..

. 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. be just and if you can't be just, be arbitrary. perhaps all pleasure is only relief. the face of evil is always the face of total need. you can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. which came first the intestine or the tapeworm? 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. a psychotic is a guy who's just found out what's going on. 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. 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 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. smash the control images. smash the control machine. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. the dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set-up by the non-dreamers 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. then it developed sort of teethlike... shouting out it wanted equal rights. finally, it talked all the time, around here anymore. all over his mouth. and infiltrated and atrophied. so, the brain couldn't of the brain behind the eyes. 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..