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I'd like to meet:

John Waters, Empress Jinko of Japan, Peter "Sleazy" Christopherson, Philippe Pissier, Genesis P. Orridge, Boyd Rice, Thomas Pynchon, Hassan-I-Sabbah, Karin Von Kroft, David Tibet, The Residents, Steven Stapleton, A man with arms for legs and legs for arms, A man with a talking asshole, The man who shoots G.W., Bob Dobbs, Hedwig and her angry inch. -
For your reading pleasure.....
William S. Burroughs Dead City Radio
A Thanksgiving Prayer
To John Dillinger and I hope he is still alive. Thanksgiving Day, November 28, 1986.
Thanks for the wild turkey and the passenger pigeons, destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts.Thanks for a continent to despoil and poison.Thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger.Thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin leaving the carcasses to rot.Thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes.Thanks for the American dream, To vulgarize and falsify until the bare lies shine through.Thanks for the KKK. For nigger-killin' lawmen, feelin' their notches.For decent church-goin' women, with their mean, pinched, bitter, evil faces.Thanks for "Kill a Queer for Christ" stickers.Thanks for laboratory AIDS.Thanks for Prohibition and the war against drugs.Thanks for a country where nobody's allowed to mind his own business.Thanks for a nation of finks.Yes, thanks for all the memories-- all right let's see your arms!You always were a headache and you always were a bore.Thanks for the last and greatest betrayal of the last and greatest of human dreams.

Naked Lunch Excerpts
"Ever see a hot shot hit, kid? I saw the Gimp catch one in Philly. We rigged his room with a one-way whorehouse mirror and charged a sawski to watch it. He never got the needle out of his arm. They don't if the shot is right. That's the way they find them, dropper full of clotted blood hanging out of a blue arm. The look in his eyes when it hit -- Kid, it was tasty.
The Meet Caf? occupies one side of the Plaza, a maze of kitchens, restaurants, sleeping cubicles, perilous balconies and basements opening into the underground baths.
On stools covered in white satin sit naked Mugwumps sucking translucent, colored syrups through alabaster straws. Mugwambs have no liver and norish themselfes excusivly on sweets. Thin, purple-blue lips cover a razor-sharp beak of black bone with which they frequently tear each other to shreds in fights over clients. These creatures secrete an addicting fluid from their erect penises which prolongs life by slowing metabolism.
Addicts of Mugwump fluid are known as Reptiles. A number of these flow over the chairs with their flexible bones and black-pink flesh. A fan of green cartilage covered with hollow erectile hairs through which the Reptiles absorb the fluid sprouts from behind each ear. The fans, which move from time to time touched by invisible currents, serve also some form of communications known only to Reptiles.
The Sailor spotted his Reptile. He drifted over and ordered a green syrup. The Reptile had a little, round disk mouth of brown gristle, expressionless green eyes almost covered by a thin membrane of eyelid. The Sailor waited an hour before the creature picked up his presence.
"Any eggs for Fats?" he asked, his words stirring through the Reptile's fan hairs.
It took two hours for the Reptile to raise three pink transparent fingers covered with black fuzz.
It took two hours for the Reptile to raise three pink transparent fingers covered with black fuzz.
Several Meat Eaters lay in vomit, too weak to move. The Black Meat is like a tainted cheese, overpoweringly delicious and nauseating so that the eaters eat and vomit and eat again until they fall exhausted.
A painted youth slithered in and seized one of the great black claws sending the sweet, sick smell curling through the cafe.

Ah Pook the Destroyer? Brion Gysin's All-Purpose Bedtime Story
Itzama, spirit of early mist and showers.
Ixtaub, goddess of ropes and snares.
Ixchel, the spider web, catcher of morning dew.
Zooheekock, virgin fire patroness of infants.
Adziz, the master of cold.
Kockupocket, who works in fire.
Ixtahdoom, she who spits out precious stones.
Ixchunchan, the dangerous one.
Ah Pook, the destroyer.

Hiroshima, 1945, August 6th, 16 minutes past 8 AM Who really gave that order?
Answer - Control. The ugly American. The instrument of Control.
Question - If Control's control is absolute, why does Control need to control?
Answer - Control needs time.
Question - Is Control controlled by its need to control?
Answer - Yes
Question - Why does Control need humans, as you call them?
Wait, wait. Time, a landing field. Death needs time like a junkie needs junk.
And what does Death need time for?
The answer is so simple. Death needs time for what it kills to grow in for Ah Pook's sake.
Death needs time for what it kills to grow in for Ah Pook's sweet sake, you stupid, vulgar, greedy, ugly American death sucker.
Like this....
Bryon Gysin has the all purpose nuclear bedtime story. The all purpose bedtime story, in fact.
Some trillions of years ago a sloppy, dirty giant flicked grease from his fingernails. One of those gobs of grease is our universe on its way to the floor.
Splat.

Kill The Badger
At Los Alamos Ranch School, where they later made the atom bomb and couldn?t wait to drop it on the Yellow Peril, the boys are sitting on logs and rocks, eating some sort of food. There is a stream at the end of a slope. The counsellor was a Southerner with a politician's look about him. He told us stories by the campfire, culled from the racist garbage of the insidious Sax Rohmer - East is evil, West is good.
Suddenly a badger erupts among the boys - don?t know why he did it, just playful, friendly and inexperienced like the Aztec Indians who brought fruit down to the Spanish and got their hands cut off. So the counsellor rushes for his saddlebag and gets out his 1911 Colt .45 auto and starts blasting at the badger, missing it with every shot at six feet. Finally he puts his gun three inches from the badger?s side and shoots. This time the badger rolls down the slope unto the stream. I can see the stricken animal, the sad shrinking face, rolling down the slope, bleeding, dying.
You see an animal you kill it don?t you? It might have bitten one of the boys.
The badger just wanted to romp and play, and he gets shot with a .45 government issue. Contact that. Identify with that. Feel that. And ask yourself. Whose life is worth more? The badger, or this evil piece of white shit?
As Brian Gysin says: Man is a bad animal!

A New Standard by Which to Measure Infamy
Somewhere in the shadow of the Titanic disaster --still living by the inexplicable grace of God-- slinks a cur in human shape, to-day the most despicable human being in all the world.
In that grim midnight hour, already great in history, he found himself hemmed in by the band of heroes whose watchword and countersign rang out across the deep--"Women and children first!"
What did he do? He scuttled to the stateroom deck, put on a woman's skirt, a woman's hat and a woman's veil, and picking his crafty way back among the brave and chivalric men who guarded the rail of the doomed ship, he filched a seat in one of the lifeboats and saved his skin.
His identity is not yet known, though it will be in good time. So foul an act as that will out like murder.
This man still lives. Surely he was born and saved to set for men a new standard by which to measure infamy and shame.
The Sermon on the Mount 1
When I become death, death is the seed from which I grow.
[from Matthew 6:28]
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin.
And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?
Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed?
But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.
Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.
[end Matthew 6:28]
Oh Lord.

No More Stalins, No More Hitlers
We have a new type of rule now. Not one-man rule, or rule of aristocracy or plutocracy, but of small groups elevated to positions of absolute power by random pressures and subject to political and economic factors that leave little room for decision.
They are representatives of abstract forces who have reached power through surrender of self. The iron-willed dictator is a thing of past.
There will be no more Stalins, no more Hitlers.
The rulers of this most insecure of all worlds are rulers by accident. Inept, frightened pilots at the controls of a vast machine they cannot understand, calling in experts to tell them which buttons to push.

The Sermon on the Mount 2
[from Matthew 5:3]
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are the meek; for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are they who do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled.
Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.

Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness?

Ah, if you too pity yourself?

[continues Matthew 5:3]
Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness sake: for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven.
Rejoice, and be exceeding glad: for great is your reward in heaven.
[end Matthew 5:3]

Scandal at the Jungle Hilton
Ye can see it already the jungle Hilton, orchids bloom in the moonlight on and muzak. The bar where the [?] is and a tank against one wall full of piranha fish. The management throws in alive goldfish and cases of cold meat.
It?s quite an attraction. The motels, the souvenir shops and hamburger joints, drunken Indians, polluted rivers, the gritty bite of diesel fumes, in front of them an opera house, tourists posing for pictures.
Terrible scandal: a big pop star and a jealous rage fuelled by cocaine grabbed his girlfriend's dog shire terrier and threw it into the piranha tank. As the piranhas attacked the floundering dog, the hysterical scarlet threw a heavy brand ashtray which shattered the tank. Killing, snapping fish and bloody water across the patio as the disembowelled screaming dog dragged its intestines across the floor.
What a scene it was and off course there were plenty of cameras who freeze dried this edifying spectacle for posterity and export. It?s the little touches that make a future solid enough to be destroyed.

The Sermon on the Mount 3
[from Matthew 5:21]
Ye have heard that it was said by them of old time, Thou shalt not kill; and whosoever shall kill shall be in danger of the judgment.
Ye have heard that it hath been said, an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth: But I say unto you, That ye resist not evil: but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also.
Ye have heard that it hath been said, thou shalt love thy neighbour, and hate thine enemy. But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you.
[end Matthew 5:21]
Off course it?s? this is absolute? biologically this? is biologic suicide?. madness? no it?s just ridiculous.

Love Your Enemies
It isn't easy to love an enemy. This goes against your most basic survival instinct, but it can be done and turned to an advantage.
Let the love squirt out of you like a fire hose of molasses. Give him the kiss of life. Stick your tongue down his throat and taste what he has been eating and bless his digestion. Ooze down into his intestines and help him along with his food.
Let him know you revere his rectum as part of an ineffable hose. Make him understand that you stand and lick it off his genitals as part of the Master Plan.
Life in all it's rich variety, do not falter. Let your love enter into him and penetrate him with a divine lubricant. Makes KY and Lanolin feel like sandpaper. It's the most muscologinous, the slimiest, ooziest lubricant that ever was or shall be.

Amen.
Apocalypse
Mariners sailing close to the shores of Tuscany heard a voice cry out from the hills, the trees and the sky: "The Great God Pan is dead!" Pan, God of Panic: the sudden awareness that everything is alive and significant.
The date was December 25, 1 A.D. But Pan lives on in the realm of the imagination, in writing and painting and music. Look at Van Gogh's sunflowers, writhing with portentous life; listen to the Pipes of Pan in Joujouka. Now Pan is neutralized framed in museums, entombed in books, relegated to folklore. But art is spilling out of its frames into subway graffiti. Will it stop there?
Consider an apocalyptic statement: "Nothing is true. Everything is permitted." -- Hassan i Sabbah, the old man in the mountain.
Not to be interpreted as an invitation to all manner of restrained and destructive behavior; that would be a minor episode, which would run its course. Everything is permitted because nothing is true. It is all make-believe, illusion, dream...ART.
When art leaves the frame and the written word leaves the page -- not merely the physical frame and page, but the frames and pages of assigned categories -- a basic disruption of reality itself occurs: the literal realization of art.
Success will write apocalypse across the sky. The artist aims for a miracle. The painter wills his pictures to move off the canvas with a separate life, movement outside of the picture, and one rent in the fabric is all it takes for pandemonium to sluice through.
Last act, the End, this is where we all came in. The final Apocalypse is when every man sees what he sees, feels what he feels, and hears what he hears. The creatures of all your dreams and nightmares are right here, right now, solid as they ever were or ever will be, electric vitality of careening subways faster faster faster stations flash by in a blur.
Pan God of Panic, whips screaming crowds, as millions of faces look up at the torn sky: Off the track! Off the track!
The planet is pulling loose from its moorings, careening into space, spilling cities and mountains and seas into the Void, spinning faster and faster as days and nights flash by like subway stations. Iron penis chimneys ejaculate blue sparks in a reek of ozone, tunnels crunch down teeth of concrete and steel, flattening cars like beer cans. Graffiti eats through glass and steel like acid, races across the sky in tornados of flaming colors.
Cherry-pickers with satin brushes big as a door inch through Wall Street, leaving a vast souvenir postcard of the Grand Canyon. Water trucks slosh out paint, outlaw painters armed with paint pistols paint everything and everyone in reach. Survival Artists, paint cans strapped to their backs, grenades at their belts paint anything and anybody within range. Skywriters, dogfight, collide and explode in paint. Telephone poles dance electric jigs in swirling crackling wires. Neon explosions and tornados flash through ruined cities, volcanoes spew molten colors as the earth's crust buckles and splinters into jigsaw pieces.
The household appliances revolt: washing machines snatch clothes from the guests, bellowing Hoovers suck off makeup and wigs and false teeth, electric toothbrushes leap into screaming mouths, clothes dryers turn gardens into dust bowls, garden tools whiz through lawn parties, impaling the guests, who are hacked to fertilizer by industrious Japanese hatchets. Loathsome, misshapen, bulbous plants spring from their bones, covering golf courses, swimming pools, country clubs and tasteful dwellings.
At my back - faster and faster - I always hear hurry up - energy ground down into - please it's time closing - sidewalks and street by billions of feet and tires erupt from manholes and tunnels break out with volcanic force. Let it come down careening subways faster and faster stations blur by. Pan whips screaming crowds with flaming pipes millions of faces look up at the torn sky. Off the track! Off the track! The planet is pulling loose from its moorings, careening off into space spilling cities and mountains and seas into the Void faster and faster.
Skyscrapers scrape rents of blue and white paint from the sky, the rivers swirl with color, nitrous ochres and reds eat through the bridges, falling into the rivers, splashing colors across warehouses and piers and roads and buildings, AMOK art floods inorganic molds, stirring passions of metal and glass, steel girders writhing in mineral lusts burst form their concrete covers, walls of glass melt and burn with madness in a billion crazed eyes, bridges buck cars and trucks into the rivers, the sidewalks run ahead faster and faster, energy ground down into sidewalks and streets by billions of feet and tires erupts from manholes and tunnels, breaks out with volcanic force:
Let it come down.
Caught in New York beneath the animals of the village, the Piper pulled down the sky.
The Lord's Prayer
[from Mathew 6:9]
After this matter therefore pray ye:
Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil, for Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever, amen.
Ich Bin von Kopf auf Liebe eingestellt
Ich bin von Kopf bis Fu? Auf Liebe eingestellt, Denn das ist meine Welt. Und sonst gar nichts.
M?nner umschwirr'n mich, Wie Motten um das Licht. Und wenn sie verbrennen, Ja daf?r kann ich nicht.
Ich bin von Kopf bis Fu? Auf Liebe eingestellt, Denn das ist meine Welt, Und sonst gar nichts.
M?nner umschwirr'n mich, Wie Motten um das Licht. Und wenn sie verbrennen, Ja daf?r kann ich nichts.
Ich bin von Kopf bis Fu? Auf Liebe eingestellt, Denn das ist meine Welt, Und sonst gar nichts.
Survive, it's the name of the game. Would I give a shit about these people?

Music:

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Movies:

Dark Noir, porn, splatter horror, sci fi. Any movie with either blood, guns, monsters, "nadsat", androids, mobsters, zombies, con men, power tools, mobs with torches, The "Ludovico technique", Flim Flam artists, damn dirty apes, napalm in the morning, Dobbs heads, Solent Green, Lime Pits, Angel Trumpets and Devil Trombones, Mortville, Cowboys, Junkies, Cowboy Junkies, Nazi's, Jedi, Nazi Jedi, CHUDS, ducts, things behind the stairs, a stick of butter in just the right place, gratuitous violence, missions from God, wood chippers, blow flies, de-braining machines, coprophilia, nuclear oblivion, Thunderbirds, Feeding someone their still beating heart, Tetsuo, yeti, gun molls, ninja, good rope work, pirates, Re-Animation, monoliths, chicks with guns for legs, gladiators, a wish sandwich, cocksuckers in dark places, vampires, carrying on with hand madiens, A Resonator, cannibals, slinging sacks, drag queens, bent cops, maggots, scorning, droogs, spartans, satan, swag, mugwumps, or a guy and a couple of robots in front ot the screen. Anything by John Waters, Orson Wells, Stanley Kubrick, David Lynch, or based on a Phillip K. Dick or H.P. Lovecraft book. When will they make the Gravity's Rainbow Movie? Lest we forget, anything with the Wildboys of Jack Ass, Go Stevo!!!

Television:

Generally for idiots. But I must be an idiot becuase I cannot stop watching the damn thing. TiVo is a must. The Daily Show, The Colbert Report, Countdown with Kieth Olbermann, Get Smart(99!), Little Britain, H.R. Puff 'n Stuff(oh HooDoo I love you!), This American Life with Ira Glass, Master Ninja of Japan(even Seals fail this challenge, only the true ninja master can succeed), Samurai Champloo(roll the dice, take your chances), Paranoid Agent(little slugger will get ya), The Avengers(ah, Mrs. Peel), The Saint, The Prisoner(I am not a number), Battlestar Galactica, Heroes, Star Trek(any), Hustle, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, The Venture Brothers, Harvey Birdman, Metalopolis, Moral Oral, Stargate(both), Farscape(to be scorpio for just one day).

Books:

Anything by William S. Burroughs, J.G.Ballard, Robert Anton Wilson, Thomas Pynchon, Philip K. Dick, H.P. Lovecraft, Harlan Ellison, Alester Crowley, William Gibson, James Joyce, Alfred Jarry(bring me my de-braining machine and sword of Phynance, Merdri!), Charles Willeford, Bruce Sterling, James Ellroy(this guy gets bent cops!), Phillip Jose Farmer(Riverworld series,read it!), Larry Nivin(Ringworld, read it!), Brian Gyson, Aldous Huxley, George Orwell, Anthony Burgess, Wonder Warthog(the Hog of Steel), Anything by Charles Burns(El Borbah). - Kon Tiki - Socrates, Homer, and any other stories with Ancient Greek Myths - Coup d'Etat - A Practical Handbook - By Edward Luttwak. You Can't Win by Jack Black

Heroes:

By now everyone should know that the President isn't the real President anymore. - Colonel Hunter Gathers * * *Larry Flint, Buttman, William S. Burroughs, General Sherman, Patton, John Brown, Brock Sampson - Great Americans * * *

Those who have been mankinds' gardeners, these weeds must be dealt with... The garden has gone to seed *
John Brown the abolitionist, from nits come lice... He knew how to get things started! -
Were is Lee Harvey Oswald when you need him?!?!?
Come Back, COME BACK!!!
Give me SLACK or kill me!
Listen to the following instructions....