William S. Burroughs Ipsum

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. a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. junk is the ideal product... the ultimate merchandise. no sales talk necessary. the client will crawl through a sewer and beg to buy. perhaps all pleasure is only relief. the only possible ethic is to do what one wants to do. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. 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. in the u.s. you have to be a deviant or die of boredom. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. 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... 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. that old feeling is still in my leaking heart. he thought this was cute at first and the asshole said to him... so, finally, his mouth sealed over... that's the one thing and there was no more feeling in them.

Sometimes paranoia's just having all the facts. you know a real friend? someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone. after that, he began waking up of the brain behind the eyes..

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. happiness is a byproduct of function, purpose, and conflict; those who seek happiness for itself seek victory without war. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. be just and if you can't be just, be arbitrary. 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. you can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal. 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. 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. 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 in the u.s. you have to be a deviant or die of boredom. love? what is it? most natural painkiller what there is. 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. 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. the dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set-up by the non-dreamers a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. danger is a biologic necessity, like dreams. if you face death, for that time, for the period of direct confrontation, you are immortal. in the end, not me... after that, he began waking up like burning gasoline jelly except for the eyes, you dig? and then finally.