Generated Ipsum Placeholder Text

Nothing is true, everything is permitted. in deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality. black magic operates most effectively in preconscious, marginal areas. casual curses are the most effective. junk is the ideal product... the ultimate merchandise. no sales talk necessary. the client will crawl through a sewer and beg to buy. 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. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. 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 in the u.s. you have to be a deviant or die of boredom. 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. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. you know a real friend? someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone. hustlers of the world, there is one mark you cannot beat: the mark inside. in the magical universe there are no coincidences and there are no accidents. nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen. same as any other mouth. "because we don't need you like a tadpole's tail and infiltrated and atrophied. it was trapped inside the skull... and then finally and there was no more feeling in them than a crab's eye at the end of a stalk..

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. anything that can be done chemically can be done by other means. artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. sometimes paranoia's just having all the facts. junk is the ideal product... the ultimate merchandise. no sales talk necessary. the client will crawl through a sewer and beg to buy. the face of evil is always the face of total need. you can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal. smash the control images. smash the control machine. which came first the intestine or the tapeworm? whether you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same: addiction. i am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. 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. my affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits. the question is frequently asked: why does a man become a drug addict? the answer is that he usually does not intend to become an addict. you don't wake up one morning and decide to be a drug addict. it takes at least three months' shooting twice a day to get any habit at all. and you don't really know what junk sickness is until you have had several habits. it took me almost six months to get my first habit, and then the withdrawal symptoms were mild. i think it no exaggeration to say it takes about a year and several hundred injections to make an addict. the questions, of course, could be asked: why did you ever try narcotics? why did you continue using it long enough to become an addict? you become a narcotics addict because you do not have strong motivations in the other direction. junk wins by default. i tried it as a matter of curiosity. i drifted along taking shots when i could score. i ended up hooked. most addicts i have talked to report a similar experience. they did not start using drugs for any reason they can remember. they just drifted along until they got hooked. if you have never been addicted, you can have no clear idea what it means to need junk with the addict's special need. you don't decide to be an addict. one morning you wake up sick and you're an addict. (junky, prologue, p. xxxviii) when you stop growing you start dying. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. cheat your landlord if you can -- and must -- but do not try to shortchange the muse. the dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set-up by the non-dreamers there is in fact something obscene and sinister about photography, a desire to imprison, to incorporate, a sexual intensity of pursuit. his pants and start talking on the street... finally, it talked all the time, like burning gasoline jelly so, finally, his mouth sealed over... except for the eyes, you dig? that's the one thing as one judge said to another judge: be just. and if you can't be just, be arbitrary..

Every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage. like all pure creatures, cats are practical. 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. 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 there is nothing more provocative than minding your own business. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. cheat your landlord if you can -- and must -- but do not try to shortchange the muse. as a young child i wanted to be a writer because writers were rich and famous. they lounged around singapore and rangoon smoking opium in a yellow pongee silk suit. they sniffed cocaine in mayfair and they penetrated forbidden swamps with a faithful native boy and lived in the native quarter of tangier smoking hashish and languidly caressing a pet gazelle. danger is a biologic necessity, like dreams. if you face death, for that time, for the period of direct confrontation, you are immortal. but the asshole would eat its way through screaming at it to shut up... and the asshole said to him... all over his mouth..