Catharsis, although life is much like the midst of one brewing at will lately, is the wrong word here...whoops.  Epiphany or even just another breadth of solemn proof bout the decades’ worth of earthman coexistence is more like it.  But having a 14 & a 16 year old satelliting   around our heads and hearts at all times of the day and night puts the diamond tipped drill bits of Cathar always at the sharpened and ready to W. S. Boroughs holes in yolky gray matter of the altruistic-in-their-aging early 40somethings eschewing wrinkles & ire. 

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After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say, ‘I want to see the manager’”

“Junk is the ultimate merchandise. The junk merchant does not sell his product to the consumer, he sells the consumer to the product. He does not improve and simplify his merchandise, he degrades and simplifies the client.”

“In the U.S. you have to be a deviant or exist in extreme boredom...  Make no mistake, all intellectuals are deviants in the U.S.”

“There is no line between the ‘real world’ and ‘world of myth and symbol’.  Objects, sensations, hit with the impact of hallucination.”

"America is not so much a nightmare as a non-dream. The American non-dream is precisely a move to wipe the dream out of existence. The dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set up by the non-dreamers."

~ William S. Burroughs

[cat wuz mean spirited with a beat, …yep, like a power drill. Pretty f@cked-up really…but uncanny how scatologically correct more often than from time to time.  wonder what he’d have been like without the junk & with one woman he really dug mostly monogamously and a few offspring around the house?]