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23 RANDOM PARAGRAPHS FROM NAKED LUNCH

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

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WSB reads 23 random sentences from Naked Lunch

1 “Yeah, like…” He glanced at the package. “Whatever… I accept.”

2 BERGER (leaps up): “I got the health!… All the health! Enough health for the whole world, the whole fuckin world! t I cure everybody!”

3 Train compartment: two sick young junkies on their way to Lexington tear their pants down in convulsions of lust. One of them soaps his cock and works it up the other’s ass with a corkscrew motion. “Jeeeeeeeeeeeeee-sus!” Both ejaculate at once standing up. They move away from each other and pull up their pants.

4 FAG 2: “Meow. Meow.” He slips on leopard skin and iron claws….

5 His opening words: “You look to me like a man of intelligence.” (Always ominous words, my boy .. When you hear them stay not on the order of your going but go at once. )

6 “And what is this supposed to be for?”

7 “I don’t dig you, Jack.”

8 “Like a firecracker package,” the boy thought. At fourteen lost two fingers…. Fourth of July fireworks accident… later, in the hospital, first silent proprietary touch of junk.

9 TECHNICIAN (resigned and exasperated): “Bring in the cured swish.”

10 “So I told him, I said: ‘Doctor Berger, don’t think you can pass your tired old brainwashed belles on me. I’m the oldest faggot in the Upper Baboon’s Asshole….’”

11 Joe looked at the Sailor and spread his hands in the junky shrug.

12 “Yeah I know where it is. I remember him too.”

13 JUNKY: “So there we are in this no-horse town strictly from cough syrup.”

14 The Judge: “Everything indicates that you have, in some unspeakable manner uh… assimilated the District Supervisor. Unfortunately there is no proof. I would recommend that you be confined or more accurately contained in some institution, but I know of no place suitable for a man of your caliber. I must reluctantly order your release.”

15 . So long as you don’t go and do it, .

16 I reach Freeland, which is clean and dull]1 my God. Benway is directing the R.C., Reconditioning Center. I drop around, and “What happened to so and so’?” sets in like: “Sidi Idriss ‘The Nark’ Smithers crooned to the Senders for a longevity serum. No fool like an old queen.” “Lester Stroganoff Smuunn — ‘El Hassein’ — turned himself into a Latah trying to perfect A.O.P., Automatic Obedience Processing. A martyr to the industry…” ( Latah is a condition occurring in South East Asia. Otherwise sane, Latahs compulsively imitate every mo-tion once their attention is attracted by snapping the fingers or calling sharply. A form of compulsive in-voluntary hypnosis. They sometimes injure themselves trying to imitate the motions of several people at once. )

17 A. J.: “It’s an Illyrian poodle. Choicest beast a man can latch onto. It’ll raise the tone of your trap.”

18 Outside an old junky in Santa Claus suit selling Christmas seals. “Fight tuberculosis, folks,” he whispers in his disembodied, junky voice. Salvation Army choir of sincere, homosexual football coaches sings: “In the Sweet Bye and Bye.”

19 I don’t know how to return it to the white reader

20 So back downtown by the Sheridan Square Station in case the dick is lurking in a broom closet.

21 ‘The French. The Colonial bastards who is sucking your live corpuscles.”

22 ” ‘Nay, nothing shall stem the rising tide.’

23 The Meet Cafe occupies one side of the Plaza, a maze of kitchens, restaurants, sleeping cubicles, perilous iron balconies and basements opening into the underground baths.