Last Words of Hassan Sabbah

Oiga amigos! Oiga amigos! Paco! Enrique!
The last words of Hassan Sabbah,
the Old Man of the Mountain!
Listen to my last words, anywhere!
Listen all you boards, governments, syndicates, nations of the world,
and you, powers behind what filth deals,
consummated in what lavatory,
to take what is not yours,
to sell out your sons forever!
To sell the ground from unborn feet for ever, for eve – r!
Listen to my last words any world!
Listen if you value the bodies
for which you would sell all souls forever!
I bear no sick words junk words love words forgive words from Jesus.
I have not come to explain or tidy up.
What am I doing over here,
with the workers, the gooks, the apes, the dogs,
the errand boys, the human animals?
Why don’t I come over with the board
and drink coca-cola and make it?
“Now for Godsakes, don’t let that Coca-Cola thing out!”
Thing is right, Mr Whoever is responsible for that who-done-it!
Explain how the blood and bones and brains of a hundred million
more or less gooks went down the drain in green piss
so you on the boards could use bodies, and minds,
and souls that were not yours, are not yours, and never will be yours.
You want Hassan Sabbah to explain that? To tidy that up?
You have the wrong name and the wrong number,
Mr Luce Getty Lee Rockefeller!
“Don’t let them see us, don’t tell them what we are doing!”
Are these the words of the all powerful boards
and syndicates of the earth?
“Don’t let them see us, don’t tell them what we are doing!
Not the cancer deal with the Venusians, not the green deal!
Don’t let that out!
Disaster, unevaluable disaster!
Don’t show them that!
These things take time and that’s my business.”
As usual, Mr Luce! Short time to go. Minutes to go!
Blue heavy metal people.
“Don’t let that out!
Don’t show them the blues!”
Are these the words of the all powerful boards
and syndicates of the earth?
“And don’t whatever you do let them see us.”
Crab men! Tape worms! Intestinal parasites!
Squeezing the air, eat it, and shit it out, and eat it again, forever!
“Don’t let them see us! Don’t tell them what we are doing!
Disas – pay!”
Are these the words of the all powerful boards, syndicates,
cartels of the earth?
the great banking families of the world,
French, English, American?
like Burroughs, that proud American name?
Proud of what, exactly? Would you all like to see exactly what
Burroughs has to be proud of?
The Mayan caper, the centipede hype,
the short time racket, the heavy metal gimmick?
All right, Mister Burroughs, who bears my name and my words,
bear it all the way, for all to see, in Times Square, in Piccadilly.
Play it all, play it all, play it all back!
Pay it all, pay it all, pay it all back!
Listen : the word comes before English American German French,
the jaded minds are arsenic for all,
now the bones went – use never you have light.
All of you, all, all, all, green people, crab people,
blue heavy metal people,
compliments of Mister Burroughs for the heavy metal gimmick.
“Don’t let them see us! Don’t tell them what we are doing!
Premature! Premature! Reconversion, reconversion blues … ”
Shall I show them the blues?
“No! No! No!
Premature! Premature! Premature!”
Are these the words of the all powerful boards
and syndicates of the earth?
I say to all : these words are not premature.
These words may be too late.
Minutes to go. Minutes to go. Minutes to goo. Minutes to green goo.
What I have to say is everywhere now.
Rub out the word Jew, and you rub out the word Hitler.
The answer comes before the question.
My words are for all – for all,
I repeat for all!
No one is excluded!
Free to all who pay, free to all who pain pay, for all to see,
for all to see!
In Piccadilly, in Times Square, Place de la Concorde,
in all the streets and plazas of the world!
Pay, pay, pay!
Play it all, play it all, play it all back!
Pay it all, pay it all, pay it all back!
See my writing the silent – across all your skies,
the silent writing of Brion Gysin – Hassan Sabbah.
All out of time! All into space! Forever!
Take what is not yours to skies squeezing the eye bodies forever
All out of time! All into space! Forever!
You cannot take words into space.
That is all, all, all, Hassan Sabbah.
You cannot take woman into space.
I repeat, you cannot take woman into space.
That is all, all, all, Hassan Sabbah.
See my writing the silent – across all your skies,
the silent writing of Brion Gysin – Hassan Sabbah,
the silent writing of space, the writing of Hassan Sabbah.
Look! Look! Look!
“Don’t let them see us! Don’t tell them what we are doing!”
Are these the words of the great nations, the all powerful boards
and syndicates of the earth?
These are the words of liars, and cowards, and collaborators,
and traitors, collaborators with insect people,
with any people anywhere who offer you a body forever,
to shit forever.
For this you have sold your sons forever,
the ground from unborn feet forever!
Traitors to all souls everywhere!
You on the board, who want others to pay for you,
with your deals to take what is not yours,
and leave your human animals to be eaten alive by the crab people,
to go down the drain in green shit and piss.
The green deal?
“Don’t let them see us! Don’t tell them what we are doing!”
You on the board, who now say:
“Protect us from our gooks!
Protect us from our human animals!”
Are these the words of the all powerful boards
and syndicates of the earth?
And you want the name of Hassan Sabbah on your filth deeds
to sell out the unborn?
“Protect us from our gooks, our dogs, our human animals!”
Are these the words of the all powerful board,
the all powerful syndicates, the all powerful governments
and nations of the earth?
Liars! Liars! Liars! Cowards! Cowards! Cowards!
who cannot even face your own dogs!
Traitors to all souls everywhere! Sold out to shit forever.
You miserable collaborators
now ask the protection of Hassan Sabbah?
Are these the words of the all powerful board?
“Protect us from our gooks, our human animals!”
No, no, no, I will not protect you, and you will never use
the name of Hassan Sabbah – William Burroughs
to cover your green shit deals with crab-men,
with the Elders of Minraud.
Listen! Listen! Listen!
I rub out all the words and reports of the board, forever.
I rub out your Thing Police, for ever, for eve – r.
I rub out the words of Marx Lenin Einstein Freud fraud, forever.
I rub out the formulas of Einstein Oppenheimer, forever.
I rub out their words, forever.
I rub out the Qabalah, forever.
I rub out the Talmud, forever.
I rub out all the formulas and directives
of the Elders of Minraud, forever.
I rub out the word, forever.
Listen, all, all, all!
If you – I cancel all your words, forever.
You cannot take words with you into space.
That is all, all, all, Hassan Sabbah.