William S. Burroughs Ipsum

Junk is the ideal product... the ultimate merchandise. no sales talk necessary. the client will crawl through a sewer and beg to buy. 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 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. after one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say i want to see the manager. it would get drunk, too, and have crying jags. like a tadpole's tail and the whole head... as one judge said to another judge: be just. and if you can't be just, be arbitrary..

A functioning police state needs no police. happiness is a byproduct of function, purpose, and conflict; those who seek happiness for itself seek victory without war. which came first the intestine or the tapeworm? if i had my way we'd sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes. language is a virus from outer space. i am getting so far out one day i won't come back at all. it's the little touches that make a future solid enough to destroy. as soon as you know you are in prison, you have a possibility to escape. 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 to start with it was like a novelty ventriloquist act. after a while, the ass started talking on its own. he would go in without anything prepared... and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time. but the asshole would eat its way through i can talk and eat and shit." except for the eyes, you dig? 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..

Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape. artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact. our national drug is alcohol. we tend to regard the use any other drug with special horror. in deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality. the aim of education is the knowledge, not of facts, but of values. 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. 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. after one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say i want to see the manager. writers, like elephants, have long, vicious memories. there are things i wish i could forget. every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage. 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. and started eating. he thought this was cute at first but the asshole would eat its way through and it wanted to be kissed, and the asshole said to him... "because we don't need you after that, he began waking up he would tear it off his mouth sealed off. and there was no more feeling in them.