William S. Burroughs Ipsum

Language is a virus from outer space. a functioning police state needs no police. man is an artifact designed for space travel. he is not designed to remain in his present biologic state any more than a tadpole is designed to remain a tadpole. every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage. black magic operates most effectively in preconscious, marginal areas. casual curses are the most effective. hustlers of the world, there is one mark you cannot beat: the mark inside. there is nothing more provocative than minding your own business. smash the control images. smash the control machine. when you stop growing you start dying. you know a real friend? someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone. as soon as you know you are in prison, you have a possibility to escape. like all pure creatures, cats are practical. a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. in the magical universe there are no coincidences and there are no accidents. nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen. i am not a person and i am not an animal. there is something i am here for something i must do before i can go. it was unlike anything i ever heard. bubbly, thick, stagnant sound. a sound you could smell. this man worked for the carnival, you dig? and built an act around it... but the asshole would eat its way through and it wanted to be kissed, same as any other mouth. day and night. you could hear him for blocks, and the asshole said to him... give orders anymore. as one judge said to another judge: be just. and if you can't be just, be arbitrary..