William S. Burroughs Ipsum

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Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. language is a virus from outer space. a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. the aim of education is the knowledge, not of facts, but of values. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. if i had my way we'd sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes. after one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say i want to see the manager. artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact.  when you stop growing you start dying. 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... 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 panic is the sudden realization that everything around you is alive. did i ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? his whole abdomen would move up and down, you dig, farting out the words. it was unlike anything i ever heard. bubbly, thick, stagnant sound. a sound you could smell. this man worked for the carnival, you dig? screaming at it to shut up... beating at it with his fists... and the whole head... because the eyes went out... and there was no more feeling in them than a crab's eye at the end of a stalk..

Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. language is a virus from outer space. a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. the aim of education is the knowledge, not of facts, but of values. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. if i had my way we'd sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes. after one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say i want to see the manager. artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact. when you stop growing you start dying. 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... 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 panic is the sudden realization that everything around you is alive. did i ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? his whole abdomen would move up and down, you dig, farting out the words. it was unlike anything i ever heard. bubbly, thick, stagnant sound. a sound you could smell. this man worked for the carnival, you dig? screaming at it to shut up... beating at it with his fists... and the whole head... because the eyes went out... and there was no more feeling in them than a crab's eye at the end of a stalk..

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