William S. Burroughs Ipsum

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. the way to kill a man or a nation is to cut off his dreams, the way the whites are taking care of the indians: killing their dreams, their magic, their familiar spirits. which came first the intestine or the tapeworm? nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death. love is a haunting melody that i have never mastered, and i fear i never will. there is nothing more provocative than minding your own business. 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. the junk merchant doesn't sell his product to the consumer, he sells the consumer to his product. he does not improve and simplify his merchandise. he degrades and simplifies the client. 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. it was unlike anything i ever heard. bubbly, thick, stagnant sound. a sound you could smell. this man worked for the carnival, you dig? then it developed sort of teethlike... finally, it talked all the time, screaming at it to shut up... and sticking candles up it, but... "because we don't need you after that, he began waking up like burning gasoline jelly so, finally, his mouth sealed over... and the whole head... the silent, helpless suffering.