You got what you wanted, didn't you, scumbag?
I might as well have been in leg irons. Would have made for better
symbolism... had all the cockroaches parading around with woodies. Easier
to shine the light on the ones that like to hide in the dark.
Me, I don't hide. And I don't need the
dark, either. I'm perfectly comfortable in the full light, even in the
light of a busy station house. Take my picture, asshole. Be my guest. It
doesn't work the way the old priests thought, sucking your soul into the
cell of the camera. Instead it makes you more real, extending your view
past the realm of the image. You'll see me and your name will be on my
tongue.
Move along now, there's nothing here to
see. Pack up your marbles and go the fuck back home. Maybe they'll manage
to bring down the hammer. Maybe not. Either way they're gonna get one hell
of a fight. This is nothing, man, this is life. In the end, you still got
to stand before God and make him believe that you're something more than a
bug to be squashed.
"I can see it's coming on now Clancy. Yeah you're a cop and you've
got to DO SOMETHING. No that gun won't do you a bit of good. Better put it
away. You don't believe in that gun anymore Clancy. You don't believe in
that badge neither nor the work you're doing. What kept you doing it
Clancy? It was the feeling you were on set knowing you had a part
in the film and the film covered you just like the white stuff
covers a junkie he don't mind shaving and dressing. And you didn't mind
doing these things so long as the film covered you why you were on the
cops. Well the film isn't there any more Clancy the spring is gone from
your sap strength sags from your good right arm cold and wooden your
fingers... Time to turn in your cop suit to the little Jew who will check
it off in his books."
- William Burroughs,
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