William S. Burroughs Ipsum
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The cat does not offer services. the cat offers itself. of course he wants care and shelter. you don't buy love for nothing. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. 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. 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 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. like all pure creatures, cats are practical. and it wanted to be kissed, and sticking candles up it, but... around here anymore. so, finally, his mouth sealed over... that the asshole couldn't do was see. and then finally.
Be just and if you can't be just, be arbitrary. in my writing i am acting as a map maker, an explorer of psychic areas, a cosmonaut of inner space, and i see no point in exploring areas that have already been thoroughly surveyed. like all pure creatures, cats are practical. you can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal. love is a haunting melody that i have never mastered, and i fear i never will. 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 am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. as a young child i wanted to be a writer because writers were rich and famous. they lounged around singapore and rangoon smoking opium in a yellow pongee silk suit. they sniffed cocaine in mayfair and they penetrated forbidden swamps with a faithful native boy and lived in the native quarter of tangier smoking hashish and languidly caressing a pet gazelle. 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. he thought this was cute at first in the end, not me... "because we don't need you i can talk and eat and shit." so, finally, his mouth sealed over... and the whole head... nerve connections were blocked... for a while, you could see... the silent, helpless suffering and there was no more feeling in them.
Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape. a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. perhaps all pleasure is only relief. which came first the intestine or the tapeworm? whether you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same: addiction. after one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say i want to see the manager. language is a virus from outer space. there are no innocent bystanders... what are they doing there in the first place? the face of 'evil' is always the face of total need. 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. like all pure creatures, cats are practical. 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. that old feeling is still in my leaking heart. then it developed sort of teethlike... it would get drunk, too, and have crying jags. and sticking candles up it, but... nothing did any good, and the asshole said to him... around here anymore. in the morning with transparentjelly... would have amputated spontaneously nerve connections were blocked....
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Be just and if you can't be just, be arbitrary. in my writing i am acting as a map maker, an explorer of psychic areas, a cosmonaut of inner space, and i see no point in exploring areas that have already been thoroughly surveyed. like all pure creatures, cats are practical. you can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal. love is a haunting melody that i have never mastered, and i fear i never will. 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 am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. as a young child i wanted to be a writer because writers were rich and famous. they lounged around singapore and rangoon smoking opium in a yellow pongee silk suit. they sniffed cocaine in mayfair and they penetrated forbidden swamps with a faithful native boy and lived in the native quarter of tangier smoking hashish and languidly caressing a pet gazelle. 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. he thought this was cute at first in the end, not me... "because we don't need you i can talk and eat and shit." so, finally, his mouth sealed over... and the whole head... nerve connections were blocked... for a while, you could see... the silent, helpless suffering and there was no more feeling in them.
Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape. a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. perhaps all pleasure is only relief. which came first the intestine or the tapeworm? whether you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same: addiction. after one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say i want to see the manager. language is a virus from outer space. there are no innocent bystanders... what are they doing there in the first place? the face of 'evil' is always the face of total need. 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. like all pure creatures, cats are practical. 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. that old feeling is still in my leaking heart. then it developed sort of teethlike... it would get drunk, too, and have crying jags. and sticking candles up it, but... nothing did any good, and the asshole said to him... around here anymore. in the morning with transparentjelly... would have amputated spontaneously nerve connections were blocked....