William S. Burroughs Ipsum

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. nothing is true, everything is permitted. nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death. 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. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. 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 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... and sticking candles up it, but....

A functioning police state needs no police. 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. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. 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. like all pure creatures, cats are practical. the cat does not offer services. the cat offers itself. of course he wants care and shelter. you don't buy love for nothing. danger is a biologic necessity, like dreams. if you face death, for that time, for the period of direct confrontation, you are immortal. and started eating. but the asshole would eat its way through and the whole head... would have amputated spontaneously the brain must have died....

Whether you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same: addiction. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. you know a real friend? someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone. 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 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... hustlers of the world, there is one mark you cannot beat: the mark inside. a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. 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 started eating. shouting out it wanted equal rights. after that, he began waking up like burning gasoline jelly and the whole head... the brain must have died... 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.