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Naked Lunch is a novel by American writer William S. Burroughs, originally published in 1959. The book is structured as a series of loosely connected vignettes. Burroughs stated that the chapters are intended to be read in any order. wikipedia
WSB reads 23 random sentences from Naked Lunch
1 We are walking down a long white hall. Benway’s voice drifts into my consciousness from no particular place… a disembodied voice that is sometimes loud and clear, sometimes barely audible like music down a windy street.
2 The Vigilante is prosecuted in Federal Court under a lynch bill and winds up in a Federal Nut House specially designed for the containment of ghosts: precise, prosaic impact of objects… washstand… door… toilet… bars… there they are… this is it… all lines cut… nothing beyond… Dead End… And the Dead End in every face….
3 Fumbling through faded tape at the pick up frontier, a languid grey area of hiatus miasmic with yawns and gaping goof holes, Lee found out that the young junky standing there in his room at 10 A.M. Was back from two months skin diving in Corsica and off the junk….
4 The Pitchman stirs uneasily: “Take over here will you, kid? Gotta see a man about a monkey.”
5 “Mohammed? Are you kidding? He was dreamed up by the Mecca Chamber of Commerce. An Egyptian ad man on the skids from the sauce write the continuity.
6 ” ‘We have destroyed it,’ they say smugly…. And I would like to remind you, Gentlemen and Hermaphro-dites of the Jury, that this Great Beast” — he points to Doctor Schafer — “has, on several previous occasions, appeared in this court charged with the unspeakable crime of brain rape…. In plain English” — he pounds the rail of the jury box, his voice rises to a scream — “in plain English, Gentlemen, forcible lobotomy….”
7 A thousand junkies storm the crystal spine clinics, cook down the Grey Ladies….
8 Now he can relax in the cafes of The Plaza. He shows a photostatic copy of the check. He would never show the original of course, lest some envious citizen spit ink eradicator on the signature or otherwise mutilate the check.
9 Mrs. Vanderbligh swatting at a Xiucutil: “Oh!… Oh!… OOOOOOOOOOOH!1!” Screams, breaking glass, ripping cloth. A rising crescendo of grunts and squeals and moans and whimpers and gasps…. Reek of semen and cunts and sweat and the musty odor of penetrated rectums,… Diamonds and fur pieces, evening dresses, orchids, suits and underwear litter the floor covered by a writhing, frenzied, heaving mass of naked bodies.
10 The doctor leaned back and placed the ends of his fingers together:
11 Windowless cubicle with blue walls. Dirty pink curtain cover the door. Red bugs crawl on the wall, cluster in corners. Naked boy in the middle of the room twang a two-string ouad, trace an arabesque on the floor. Another boy lean back on the bed smoking keif and blow smoke over his erect cock. They play game with tarot cards on the bed to see who fuck who. Cheat. Fight. Roll on the floor snarling and spitting like young animals. The loser sit on the floor chin on knees, licks a broken tooth. The winner curls up on the bed pretending to sleep. Whenever the other boy come near kick at him. Ali seize him by one ankle, tuck the ankle under his arm pit, lock his arm around the calf. The boy kick desperately at Ali’s face. Other ankle pinioned. Ali tilt the boy back on his shoulders. The boy’s cock extends along his stomach, float free pulsing. Ali put his hands over his head. Spit on his cock. The other sighs deeply as Ali slides his cock in. The mouths grind together smearing blood. Sharp musty odor of penetrated rectum. Nimun drive in like a wedge, force jism out the other cock in long hot spurts. (The author has observed that Arab cocks tend to be wide and wedge shaped.)
12 It will be immediately clear that the Liquefaction Party is, except for one man, entirely composed of dupes, it not being clear until the final absorption who is whose dupe…. The Liquefactionists are much given to every form of perversion, especially sado-masochistic practices….
13 DR.. BENWAY: “The night porter shot it all up for kicks.” He looks around and picks up one of those rubber vacuum cups at the end of a stick they use to unstop toilets…. He advances on the patient…. “Make an incision, Doctor Limpf,” he says to his appalled assistant…. “I’m going to massage the heart.”
14 Everyone looks like a drug addict….
15 I left the Rube standing on a corner, red brick slums to the sky, under a steady rain of soot. “Going to hit this croaker I know. Right back with that good pure drugstore M…. No, you wait here — don’t want him to rumble you.” No matter how long, Rube, wait for me right on that corner. Goodbye, Rube, goodbye kid…. Where do they go when they walk out and leave the body behind?
16 Finally, they impound his suitcase; and he staggers out of the shed with a fifty pound bale of documents.
17 He is trampling out the vintage cohere the grapes of
18 On opening night of the New York Metropolitan, A. J., protected by bug repellent, released a swarm of Xiucutils.
19 He coughed and took a codeineeta.
20 THE EXTERMINATOR DOES A GOOD JOB
21 The Old Court House is located in the town of Pigeon Hole outside the urban zone. The inhabitants of this town and the surrounding area of swamps and heavy timber are people of such great stupidity and such barbarous practices that the Administration has seen Bt to quarantine them in a reservation surrounded by a radio-active wall of iron bricks. In retaliation the citizens of Pigeon Hole plaster their town with signs: “Urbanite Don’t Let The Sun Set On You Here,” an unnecessary injunction, since nothing but urgent business would take any urbanite to Pigeon Hole.
22 A square wants to come on hip…. Talks about “pod,” and smoke it now and then, and keeps some around to offer the fast Hollywood types.