William S. Burroughs Ipsum

A functioning police state needs no police. our national drug is alcohol. we tend to regard the use any other drug with special horror. happiness is a byproduct of function, purpose, and conflict; those who seek happiness for itself seek victory without war. every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage. junk is the ideal product... the ultimate merchandise. no sales talk necessary. the client will crawl through a sewer and beg to buy. after one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say i want to see the manager. never do business with a religious son-of-a-bitch. his word ain't worth a shit -- not with the good lord telling him how to fuck you on the deal. 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... 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... beating at it with his fists... "because we don't need you in the morning with transparentjelly... nerve connections were blocked....