William S. Burroughs Ipsum

A functioning police state needs no police. sometimes paranoia's just having all the facts. a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. be just and if you can't be just, be arbitrary. like all pure creatures, cats are practical. a paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. a psychotic is a guy who's just found out what's going on. 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. after one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say i want to see the manager. 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. danger is a biologic necessity, like dreams. if you face death, for that time, for the period of direct confrontation, you are immortal. in the magical universe there are no coincidences and there are no accidents. nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen. 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. shouting out it wanted equal rights. nothing did any good, "it is you who will shut up nerve connections were blocked... give orders anymore. sealed off. for a while, you could see... of the brain behind the eyes. and then finally.

After a shooting spree, they always want to take the guns away from the people who didn't do it. i sure as hell wouldn't want to live in a society where the only people allowed guns are the police and the military. our national drug is alcohol. we tend to regard the use any other drug with special horror. 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. there couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. they'd be dead in two weeks. in deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality. 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. in my writing i am acting as a map maker, an explorer of psychic areas, a cosmonaut of inner space, and i see no point in exploring areas that have already been thoroughly surveyed. perhaps all pleasure is only relief. you can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal. smash the control images. smash the control machine. nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death. writers, like elephants, have long, vicious memories. there are things i wish i could forget. 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. hustlers of the world, there is one mark you cannot beat: the mark inside. it is to be remembered that all art is magical in origin - music, sculpture, writing, painting - and by magical i mean intended to produce very definite results. paintings were originally formulae to make what is painted happen. art is not an end in itself, any more than einstein's matter-into-energy formulae is an end in itself. like all formulae, art was originally functional, intended to make things happen, the way an atom bomb happens from einstein's formulae. danger is a biologic necessity, like dreams. if you face death, for that time, for the period of direct confrontation, you are immortal. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. panic is the sudden realization that everything around you is alive. and it wanted to be kissed, nothing did any good, like a tadpole's tail like burning gasoline jelly that's the one thing because the eyes went out... what a horrible loutish planet this is. the dominant species consists of sadistic morons, faces bearing the hideous lineaments of spiritual famine swollen with stupid hate. hopeless rubbish..

After a shooting spree, they always want to take the guns away from the people who didn't do it. i sure as hell wouldn't want to live in a society where the only people allowed guns are the police and the military. happiness is a byproduct of function, purpose, and conflict; those who seek happiness for itself seek victory without war. how i hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity. a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. the only possible ethic is to do what one wants to do. you can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal. silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing. 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. i am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. i don't care if people hate my guts; i assume most of them do. the important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. my affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits. 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. there is nothing more provocative than minding your own business. 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... in homosexual sex you know exactly what the other person is feeling, so you are identifying with the other person completely. in heterosexual sex you have no idea what the other person is feeling. whether you like it or not, you are committed to the human endeavor. i cannot ally myself with such a purely negative goal as avoidance of suffering. suffering is a chance you take by the fact of being alive. 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 open your mind and let the pictures out. but the asshole would eat its way through in the end, not me... like a tadpole's tail it needed the eyes. of the brain behind the eyes..