William S. Burroughs Ipsum
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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. knowing you might not make it... in that knowledge courage is born. screaming at it to shut up... and the whole head... out of the closets and into the museums, libraries, architectural monuments, concert halls, bookstores, recording studios and film studios of the world. everything belongs to the inspired and dedicated thief.... words, colors, light, sounds, stone, wood, bronze belong to the living artist. they belong to anyone who can use them. loot the louvre! a bas l'originalit.
The face of evil is always the face of total need. the only possible ethic is to do what one wants to do. 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. and there was no more feeling in them.
A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact. 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. a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. 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. same as any other mouth. the brain must have died....
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The face of evil is always the face of total need. the only possible ethic is to do what one wants to do. 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. and there was no more feeling in them.
A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact. 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. a cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. 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. same as any other mouth. the brain must have died....