William S. Burroughs Ipsum

Artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. nothing is true, everything is permitted. the only possible ethic is to do what one wants to do. if i had my way we'd sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes. your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. love is a haunting melody that i have never mastered, and i fear i never will. there are no innocent bystanders... what are they doing there in the first place? 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... the dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set-up by the non-dreamers we are all alone, born alone, die alone, and -- in spite of true romance magazines -- we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. i do not say lonely -- at least, not all the time -- but essentially, and finally, alone. this is what makes your self-respect so important, and i don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness nothing did any good, "it is you who will shut up all over his mouth. of the brain behind the eyes. because the eyes went out... and there was no more feeling in them.