Junk is the ideal product... the ultimate merchandise. No sales talk necessary. The client will crawl through a sewer and beg to buy.
Junk takes everything and gives nothing but insurance against junk sickness.
If all pleasure is relief from tension, junk affords relief from the whole life process, in disconnecting the hypothalamus, which is the center of psychic energy and libido.
As an old junk pusher told me, 'Watch whose money you pick up.'
The junk merchant doesn't sell his product to the consumer, he sells the consumer to his product. He does not improve and simplify his merchandise. He degrades and simplifies the client.
You see, control can never be a means to any practical end...It can never be a means to anything but more control...like junk..
Time: a landing field! Death needs time like a junkie needs junk.