William S. Burroughs Ipsum

You can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal. if i had my way we'd sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes. 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 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. 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 the magical universe there are no coincidences and there are no accidents. nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen. open your mind and let the pictures out. and to start with it was like a novelty ventriloquist act. after a while, the ass started talking on its own. he would go in without anything prepared... and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time. but the asshole would eat its way through and it wanted to be kissed, would have amputated spontaneously because the eyes went out....

Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. like all pure creatures, cats are practical. 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. in the u.s. you have to be a deviant or die of boredom. after one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say i want to see the manager. there is in fact something obscene and sinister about photography, a desire to imprison, to incorporate, a sexual intensity of pursuit. nothing is true, everything is permitted. around here anymore. i can talk and eat and shit." in the morning with transparentjelly... that the asshole couldn't do was see. give orders anymore. and there was no more feeling in them.

Smash the control images. smash the control machine. 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... you could hear him for blocks, and sticking candles up it, but... so, finally, his mouth sealed over... and the whole head....