William S. Burroughs Ipsum
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Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape. anything that can be done chemically can be done by other means. nothing is true, everything is permitted. the aim of education is the knowledge, not of facts, but of values. 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. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. 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. 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. 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. 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. knowing you might not make it... in that knowledge courage is born. 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. 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... 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. "it is you who will shut up and grow there. so, finally, his mouth sealed over... except for the eyes, you dig? the silent, helpless suffering and then finally because the eyes went out... as one judge said to another judge: be just. and if you can't be just, be arbitrary..
Junk is the ideal product... the ultimate merchandise. no sales talk necessary. the client will crawl through a sewer and beg to buy. the aim of education is the knowledge, not of facts, but of values. as soon as you know you are in prison, you have a possibility to escape. little raspy incurving hooks and started eating. would have amputated spontaneously the silent, helpless suffering and there was no more feeling in them.
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. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. in deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality. sometimes paranoia's just having all the facts. the face of evil is always the face of total need. smash the control images. smash the control machine. there are no innocent bystanders... what are they doing there in the first place? there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. when you stop growing you start dying. 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. knowing you might not make it... in that knowledge courage is born. 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... little raspy incurving hooks it would get drunk, too, and have crying jags. beating at it with his fists... and the asshole said to him... all over his mouth. he would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands... like burning gasoline jelly it needed the eyes. nerve connections were blocked... it was trapped inside the skull... of the brain behind the eyes. and then finally.
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Junk is the ideal product... the ultimate merchandise. no sales talk necessary. the client will crawl through a sewer and beg to buy. the aim of education is the knowledge, not of facts, but of values. as soon as you know you are in prison, you have a possibility to escape. little raspy incurving hooks and started eating. would have amputated spontaneously the silent, helpless suffering and there was no more feeling in them.
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. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. in deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality. sometimes paranoia's just having all the facts. the face of evil is always the face of total need. smash the control images. smash the control machine. there are no innocent bystanders... what are they doing there in the first place? there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. when you stop growing you start dying. 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. knowing you might not make it... in that knowledge courage is born. 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... little raspy incurving hooks it would get drunk, too, and have crying jags. beating at it with his fists... and the asshole said to him... all over his mouth. he would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands... like burning gasoline jelly it needed the eyes. nerve connections were blocked... it was trapped inside the skull... of the brain behind the eyes. and then finally.