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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. perhaps all pleasure is only relief. 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. 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. 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 there is nothing more provocative than minding your own business. artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. as soon as you know you are in prison, you have a possibility to escape. 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. then it developed sort of teethlike... you could hear him for blocks, screaming at it to shut up... beating at it with his fists... "because we don't need you like burning gasoline jelly and infiltrated and atrophied. for a while, you could see... of the brain behind the eyes. because the eyes went out....

Nothing is true, everything is permitted. sometimes paranoia's just having all the facts. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. 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. writers, like elephants, have long, vicious memories. there are things i wish i could forget. thou shalt not be such a shit, you don't know you are one. it's the little touches that make a future solid enough to destroy. that old feeling is still in my leaking heart. would have amputated spontaneously.

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. you can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal. your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. whether you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same: addiction. 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. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. 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. there is in fact something obscene and sinister about photography, a desire to imprison, to incorporate, a sexual intensity of pursuit. and built an act around it... beating at it with his fists... so, the brain couldn't as one judge said to another judge: be just. and if you can't be just, be arbitrary..