Listen all you boards, syndicates, governments of the world. Pay it all, pay it all back.
Those crimson shadows, raising pen to a point, tales of twists , rubs it all out, we sit and wait for silence.
Those crimson shadows, raising pen to a point, tales of twists , rubs it all out, we sit and wait for silence.
Nothing lasts forever, only the usual manoeuvres, in the distance the motionless brake,the dark air carries the cry, moves through memory and saunters by, forbidden words that gather sorcery,and yes no borders are necessary, fragments follow crooked constellations, wayward cosmic currents. best to observe, shut out the order, there are no accidents, nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen. Smash the control images, smash the control machine.
Willliam S . Burroughs - Is everybody in?
Willliam S . Burroughs - Is everybody in?
William S.Burroughs - Twilights last gleaming
Williams S. Burroughs - Pantopen Rose
William S. Burroughs - words of advice for young people.
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