a la J*** C**k via fb: These are the last words of William Burroughs— written the day he died
Thinking is not enough.
Nothing is.
There is no final enough of wisdom, experience —
any fucking thing.
No Holy Grail, no Final Satori,
no final solution.
Just conflict.
Only thing can resolve conflict is love,
like I felt for Fletch and Ruski, Spooner and Calico.
Pure love.
What I feel for my cats present and past.
Love?
What is It?
The Most natural painkiller that there is.
LOVE.
b.g.g. 