William S. Burroughs Ipsum
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Knowing you might not make it... in that knowledge courage is born. "it is you who will shut up. Smash the control images. smash the control machine. open your mind and let the pictures out. like a tadpole's tail as one judge said to another judge: be just. and if you can't be just, be arbitrary..
After a shooting spree, they always want to take the guns away from the people who didn't do it. i sure as hell wouldn't want to live in a society where the only people allowed guns are the police and the military. language is a virus from outer space. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. you were not there for the beginning. you will not be there for the end. your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative 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. i bear my burden proudly for all to see, to conquer prejudice and ignorance and hate with knowledge and sincerity and love. whenever you are threatened by a hostile presence, you emit a thick cloud of love like an octopus squirts out ink... in homosexual sex you know exactly what the other person is feeling, so you are identifying with the other person completely. in heterosexual sex you have no idea what the other person is feeling. 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. then it developed sort of teethlike... and it wanted to be kissed, so, the brain couldn't 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.
How i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. 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. 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. never do business with a religious son-of-a-bitch. his word ain't worth a shit -- not with the good lord telling him how to fuck you on the deal. when you stop growing you start dying. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. 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. that old feeling is still in my leaking heart. beating at it with his fists... around here anymore. so, finally, his mouth sealed over... the silent, helpless suffering.
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After a shooting spree, they always want to take the guns away from the people who didn't do it. i sure as hell wouldn't want to live in a society where the only people allowed guns are the police and the military. language is a virus from outer space. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. you were not there for the beginning. you will not be there for the end. your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative 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. i bear my burden proudly for all to see, to conquer prejudice and ignorance and hate with knowledge and sincerity and love. whenever you are threatened by a hostile presence, you emit a thick cloud of love like an octopus squirts out ink... in homosexual sex you know exactly what the other person is feeling, so you are identifying with the other person completely. in heterosexual sex you have no idea what the other person is feeling. 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. then it developed sort of teethlike... and it wanted to be kissed, so, the brain couldn't 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.
How i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. 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. 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. never do business with a religious son-of-a-bitch. his word ain't worth a shit -- not with the good lord telling him how to fuck you on the deal. when you stop growing you start dying. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. 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. that old feeling is still in my leaking heart. beating at it with his fists... around here anymore. so, finally, his mouth sealed over... the silent, helpless suffering.