William S. Burroughs Ipsum

A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. knowing you might not make it... in that knowledge courage is born. 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. there is in fact something obscene and sinister about photography, a desire to imprison, to incorporate, a sexual intensity of pursuit. you could hear him for blocks, all over his mouth. he would tear it off his mouth and the whole head... nerve connections were blocked... than a crab's eye at the end of a stalk..