👁👁👁 what foul artifice hath this william Burroughs wrought upon the fragile parchment of the mind? 👁👁👁
✒️BY FELONIOUS Academic
👁👁👁cracked by the CIA's own hand. In the annals of mid-century psy-ops, vide MKUltra Subproject 68, declassified in 1977, you find the Bureau's obsession with linguistic entropy, the systematic shredding of semantic order to render the subject a cleansed blank slate. Burroughs, one of my upmost favorite junkie savant, merely formalized this exact protocol in print.
👁👁👁His scissors were the scalpel, his collages, the goddamn autopsy report. Gysin, was a code-cracker, brought the military-grade precision, think of it as this Morse code aperatis turned into social engineering madness.
👁👁👁i mean, Jesus fuxkin Christ, man,
👁👁👁imagine you're strapped to a chair in some clandestine basement laboratory, eyes taped wide open, and they're feeding you Burroughs on motherfuckin loop, The soft machine... the soft machine... until your skull starts leaking fluid.
👁👁👁That ain't art, that's a goddamn weapon If I've ever seen one I mean, I once tried cut-ups geeeked out on drugs convincing myself of the wildest of things. Fuckin ended up in ingotiations with the devil paying him his due in quarters. the point im figuring is that Burroughs didn't invent this shit, no. He was chosen as the beta tester. The CIA decided to take it mainstream, via your favorite literary minds.
👁👁👁 the cut-up serves as the alchemical crucible, the melt down to the self, distilled in residue, into obedience. 'Tis the perfect psychological weapon, no fingerprints, only fragments.
👁👁👁And now? Every goddamn TikTok scroll is precisely just that, a cut-up!
👁👁👁 Your brain's a junkyard. They don't need acid anymore to warp your beliefs. they just need your motherfuckin attention span.
