William S. Burroughs Ipsum

The face of evil is always the face of total need. which came first the intestine or the tapeworm? 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. 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. language is a virus from outer space. 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... every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage. you know a real friend? someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone. 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. hustlers of the world, there is one mark you cannot beat: the mark inside. like all pure creatures, cats are practical. open your mind and let the pictures out. it was unlike anything i ever heard. bubbly, thick, stagnant sound. a sound you could smell. this man worked for the carnival, you dig? same as any other mouth. in the morning with transparentjelly... all over his mouth. except for the eyes, you dig? nerve connections were blocked... the brain must have died....

A functioning police state needs no police. 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. the face of evil is always the face of total need. 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. nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death. 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. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. 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 after one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say i want to see the manager. 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. nothing exists until or unless it is observed. an artist is making something exist by observing it. and his hope for other people is that they will also make it exist by observing it. i call it 'creative observation.' creative viewing. thou shalt not be such a shit, you don't know you are one. like all pure creatures, cats are practical. a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. and started eating. and built an act around it... finally, it talked all the time, you could hear him for blocks, in the end, not me... "because we don't need you he would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands... and the whole head... and infiltrated and atrophied. so, the brain couldn't give orders anymore. for a while, you could see... than a crab's eye at the end of a stalk..

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. in the u.s. you have to be a deviant or die of boredom. 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. 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... he thought this was cute at first "because we don't need you sealed off. for a while, you could see... as one judge said to another judge: be just. and if you can't be just, be arbitrary..