Hip Quotes: William S.Burroughs
“Last Words.Listen to my last words anywhere. Listen to my last words any world.Listen all you boards syndicates and governments of the earth.And you powers behind what filth deals consummated in what lavatory to take what is not yours. To sell the ground from unborn feet forever -"Don’t let them see us. Don’t tell them what we are doing -"Are these the words of the all powerful boards and syndicates of the earth?"For God’s sake don’t let that coca-cola thing out -""Not the cancer deal with the Venusians -""Not the green deal – Don’t show them that -""Not the orgasm death -""Not the ovens -"Listen: I call you all. Show your cards all players.Pay it all pay it all pay it all back.Play it all play it all play it all back.For all to see. In Times Square. In Picadilly."Premature.Premature. Give us a little more time."Time for what? More lies? Premature? Premature for who? I say to all these words are not premature. These words may be too late.Minutes to go. Minutes to foe goal -"Top secret -Classified -For the Board – The Elite -The Initiates -"Are these the words of the all-powerful boards and syndicates of the earth? These are the words of cowards and collaborators traitors.Liars who want more time for more lies. Cowards who cannot face your "dogs" your "gooks" your "errand boys" your "human animals" with the truth. Collaborators with insect people with vegetable people. With any people anywhere who offer you a body forever. To shit forever. For this you have sold out your sons. Sold the ground from unborn feet forever. Traitors to all souls everywhere. You want the name of Hassan i Sabbah on your filth deeds to sell out the unborn?What scared you all into time? Into body? Into shit? I will tell you: "the word." Alien Word "the". "The" word of Alien Enemy imprisons "thee" in time. In body. In shit. Prisoner, come out. The great skies are open. I Hassan i Sabbah rub out the word forever.If you I cancel all your words forever. And the words of Hassan i Sabbah as also cancel. Cross all your skies see the silent writing of Brion Gysin Hassan i Sabbah: drew September 17, 1899 over New York.”
– William S.Burroughs – Nova Express
Category: Freedom