William S. Burroughs Ipsum

Language is a virus from outer space. our national drug is alcohol. we tend to regard the use any other drug with special horror. sometimes paranoia's just having all the facts. "it is you who will shut up "because we don't need you in the morning with transparentjelly... and the whole head... because the eyes went out....

A functioning police state needs no police. our national drug is alcohol. we tend to regard the use any other drug with special horror. most of the trouble in this world has been caused by folks who can't mind their own business, because they have no business of their own to mind, any more than a smallpox virus has. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage. a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. like all pure creatures, cats are practical. the cat does not offer services. the cat offers itself. of course he wants care and shelter. you don't buy love for nothing. after one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say i want to see the manager. there is nothing more provocative than minding your own business. 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. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. it's the little touches that make a future solid enough to destroy. 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... 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. in the magical universe there are no coincidences and there are no accidents. nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen. panic is the sudden realization that everything around you is alive. and started eating. and built an act around it... screaming at it to shut up... around here anymore. all over his mouth. that the asshole couldn't do was see. it needed the eyes. the brain must have died....

Like all pure creatures, cats are practical. smash the control images. smash the control machine. 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. smash the control images. smash the control machine. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. cheat your landlord if you can -- and must -- but do not try to shortchange the muse. same as any other mouth..