William S. Burroughs Ipsum

The first and most important thing an individual can do is to become an individual again, decontrol himself, train himself as to what is going on and win back as much independent ground for himself as possible you were not there for the beginning. you will not be there for the end. your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative in the u.s. you have to be a deviant or die of boredom. the face of 'evil' is always the face of total need. i miss you so much your absence causes me, at times, accute pain. i don't mean sexually. i mean in connection with my writing. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. nothing exists until or unless it is observed. an artist is making something exist by observing it. and his hope for other people is that they will also make it exist by observing it. i call it 'creative observation.' creative viewing. 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. every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage. the dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set-up by the non-dreamers how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. beating at it with his fists... and the whole head... so, the brain couldn't and then finally because the eyes went out....

Silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. 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. nothing is true, everything is permitted. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. like all pure creatures, cats are practical. the cat does not offer services. the cat offers itself. of course he wants care and shelter. you don't buy love for nothing. the face of evil is always the face of total need. you can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal. your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative. a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. in the u.s. you have to be a deviant or die of boredom. language is a virus from outer space. you know a real friend? someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone. the dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set-up by the non-dreamers 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... as a young child i wanted to be a writer because writers were rich and famous. they lounged around singapore and rangoon smoking opium in a yellow pongee silk suit. they sniffed cocaine in mayfair and they penetrated forbidden swamps with a faithful native boy and lived in the native quarter of tangier smoking hashish and languidly caressing a pet gazelle. that old feeling is still in my leaking heart. but the asshole would eat its way through his pants and start talking on the street... same as any other mouth. you could hear him for blocks, i can talk and eat and shit." after that, he began waking up and the pieces would stick to his hands... give orders anymore. sealed off. of the brain behind the eyes. as one judge said to another judge: be just. and if you can't be just, be arbitrary..

It's the little touches that make a future solid enough to destroy. he thought this was cute at first nothing did any good, after that, he began waking up like a tadpole's tail all over his mouth. because the eyes went out....