William S. Burroughs Ipsum

Language is a virus from outer space. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. black magic operates most effectively in preconscious, marginal areas. casual curses are the most effective. 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. the only possible ethic is to do what one wants to do. your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative. writers, like elephants, have long, vicious memories. there are things i wish i could forget. 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. when you stop growing you start dying. thou shalt not be such a shit, you don't know you are one. 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. 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. as soon as you know you are in prison, you have a possibility to escape. like all pure creatures, cats are practical. and to start with it was like a novelty ventriloquist act. after a while, the ass started talking on its own. he would go in without anything prepared... and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time. finally, it talked all the time, beating at it with his fists... he would tear it off his mouth and the whole head....

After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say 'i want to see the manager.' artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact. a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. happiness is a byproduct of function, purpose, and conflict; those who seek happiness for itself seek victory without war. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. 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. be just and if you can't be just, be arbitrary. which came first the intestine or the tapeworm? your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact. 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. it is to be remembered that all art is magical in origin - music, sculpture, writing, painting - and by magical i mean intended to produce very definite results. paintings were originally formulae to make what is painted happen. art is not an end in itself, any more than einstein's matter-into-energy formulae is an end in itself. like all formulae, art was originally functional, intended to make things happen, the way an atom bomb happens from einstein's formulae. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. shouting out it wanted equal rights. beating at it with his fists... in the end, not me... that's the one thing.

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. our national drug is alcohol. we tend to regard the use any other drug with special horror. man is an artifact designed for space travel. he is not designed to remain in his present biologic state any more than a tadpole is designed to remain a tadpole. sometimes paranoia's just having all the facts. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. the cat does not offer services. the cat offers itself. of course he wants care and shelter. you don't buy love for nothing. 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. 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. love is a haunting melody that i have never mastered, and i fear i never will. 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 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 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. writers, like elephants, have long, vicious memories. there are things i wish i could forget. the face of 'evil' is always the face of total need. 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. in the magical universe there are no coincidences and there are no accidents. nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen. that old feeling is still in my leaking heart. then it developed sort of teethlike... and started eating. you could hear him for blocks, "it is you who will shut up i can talk and eat and shit." that's the one thing give orders anymore. sealed off. and then finally.