William S. Burroughs Ipsum

Language is a virus from outer space. anything that can be done chemically can be done by other means. 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. perhaps all pleasure is only relief. if i had my way we'd sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes. desperation is the raw material of drastic change. only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape. after one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say i want to see the manager. smash the control images. smash the control machine. the dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set-up by the non-dreamers that old feeling is still in my leaking heart. but the asshole would eat its way through would have amputated spontaneously and infiltrated and atrophied..

Our national drug is alcohol. we tend to regard the use any other drug with special horror. happiness is a byproduct of function, purpose, and conflict; those who seek happiness for itself seek victory without war. 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. writers, like elephants, have long, vicious memories. there are things i wish i could forget. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. cheat your landlord if you can -- and must -- but do not try to shortchange the muse. 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. he thought this was cute at first nobody loved it. and it wanted to be kissed, you could hear him for blocks, and the asshole said to him... "it is you who will shut up he would tear it off his mouth like burning gasoline jelly that the asshole couldn't do was see. give orders anymore. the silent, helpless suffering 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. out of the closets and into the museums, libraries, architectural monuments, concert halls, bookstores, recording studios and film studios of the world. everything belongs to the inspired and dedicated thief.... words, colors, light, sounds, stone, wood, bronze belong to the living artist. they belong to anyone who can use them. loot the louvre! a bas l'originalit.

Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. language is a virus from outer space. every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage. the way to kill a man or a nation is to cut off his dreams, the way the whites are taking care of the indians: killing their dreams, their magic, their familiar spirits. perhaps all pleasure is only relief. the cat does not offer services. the cat offers itself. of course he wants care and shelter. you don't buy love for nothing. the only possible ethic is to do what one wants to do. 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. smash the control images. smash the control machine. the face of 'evil' is always the face of total need. you know a real friend? someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone. as soon as you know you are in prison, you have a possibility to escape. that old feeling is still in my leaking heart. screaming at it to shut up....