William S. Burroughs Ipsum

Black magic operates most effectively in preconscious, marginal areas. casual curses are the most effective. perhaps all pleasure is only relief. smash the control images. smash the control machine. never do business with a religious son-of-a-bitch. his word ain't worth a shit -- not with the good lord telling him how to fuck you on the deal. 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. you know a real friend? someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone. 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. his pants and start talking on the street... it would get drunk, too, and have crying jags. beating at it with his fists... in the end, not me... nerve connections were blocked... of the brain behind the eyes..

Most of the trouble in this world has been caused by folks who can't mind their own business, because they have no business of their own to mind, any more than a smallpox virus has. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. perhaps all pleasure is only relief. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. in the u.s. you have to be a deviant or die of boredom. never do business with a religious son-of-a-bitch. his word ain't worth a shit -- not with the good lord telling him how to fuck you on the deal. smash the control images. smash the control machine. the face of 'evil' is always the face of total need. 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... every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. 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... all over his mouth. so, finally, his mouth sealed over... it needed the eyes..

After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say 'i want to see the manager.' perhaps all pleasure is only relief. the only possible ethic is to do what one wants to do. 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. every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage. knowing you might not make it... in that knowledge courage is born. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. little raspy incurving hooks and it wanted to be kissed, in the morning with transparentjelly... like a tadpole's tail like burning gasoline jelly that's the one thing and there was no more feeling in them than a crab's eye at the end of a stalk. as one judge said to another judge: be just. and if you can't be just, be arbitrary..