William S. Burroughs Ipsum

In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality. 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. 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. 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. if i had my way we'd sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes. whether you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same: addiction. 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. language is a virus from outer space. the question is frequently asked: why does a man become a drug addict? the answer is that he usually does not intend to become an addict. you don't wake up one morning and decide to be a drug addict. it takes at least three months' shooting twice a day to get any habit at all. and you don't really know what junk sickness is until you have had several habits. it took me almost six months to get my first habit, and then the withdrawal symptoms were mild. i think it no exaggeration to say it takes about a year and several hundred injections to make an addict. the questions, of course, could be asked: why did you ever try narcotics? why did you continue using it long enough to become an addict? you become a narcotics addict because you do not have strong motivations in the other direction. junk wins by default. i tried it as a matter of curiosity. i drifted along taking shots when i could score. i ended up hooked. most addicts i have talked to report a similar experience. they did not start using drugs for any reason they can remember. they just drifted along until they got hooked. if you have never been addicted, you can have no clear idea what it means to need junk with the addict's special need. you don't decide to be an addict. one morning you wake up sick and you're an addict. (junky, prologue, p. xxxviii) there are no innocent bystanders... what are they doing there in the first place? 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. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. 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. his pants and start talking on the street... that the asshole couldn't do was see. give orders anymore. 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.

Sometimes paranoia's just having all the facts. the face of evil is always the face of total need. which came first the intestine or the tapeworm? a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. 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. 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 there is nothing more provocative than minding your own business. smash the control images. smash the control machine. every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage. 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. nothing is true, everything is permitted. open your mind and let the pictures out. 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 built an act around it... you could hear him for blocks, all over his mouth. give orders anymore. of the brain behind the eyes..

Your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative. a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. after one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say i want to see the manager. it was trapped inside the skull....