William S. Burroughs Ipsum

Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape. whether you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same: addiction. there are no innocent bystanders... what are they doing there in the first place? 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... as a young child i wanted to be a writer because writers were rich and famous. they lounged around singapore and rangoon smoking opium in a yellow pongee silk suit. they sniffed cocaine in mayfair and they penetrated forbidden swamps with a faithful native boy and lived in the native quarter of tangier smoking hashish and languidly caressing a pet gazelle. 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. it was unlike anything i ever heard. bubbly, thick, stagnant sound. a sound you could smell. this man worked for the carnival, you dig? beating at it with his fists... after that, he began waking up nerve connections were blocked... 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..

Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape. desperation is the raw material of drastic change. only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape. there is nothing more provocative than minding your own business. there are no innocent bystanders... what are they doing there in the first place? 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... as soon as you know you are in prison, you have a possibility to escape. in the magical universe there are no coincidences and there are no accidents. nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. and it wanted to be kissed, all over his mouth. the silent, helpless suffering.

Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape. a functioning police state needs no police. nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death. artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact. nothing did any good, like burning gasoline jelly so, the brain couldn't.