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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 “‘You’re in the wrong hole, Doc. It was you took the mustard and me as had to wait till you cooled off.’
2 “And Steely Dan II”
3 Power groups of the world frantically cut lines of connection….
4 Traps falls, rope sings like wind in wire, neck snaps loud and clear as a Chinese gong.
5 Dr. Berger’s Mental Health Hour…. Fadeout.
6 The critical point of withdrawal is not the early phase of acute sickness, but the final step free from the medium of junk….There is a nightmare interlude of cellular panic, life suspended between two ways of being…. At this point the longing for junk concen-trates in a last, all-out yen, and seems to gain a dream power: circumstances put junk in your way…. You meet an oldtime Schmecker, a larcenous hospital attendant, a writing croaker….
7 “I am not worthy to eat his feet,” says the fattest hog of them all.
8 Luncheon of Nationalist Party on balcony overlooking the Market. Cigars, scotch, polite belches…. The Party Leader strides about in a jellaba smoking a cigar and drinking scotch. He wears expensive English shoes, loud socks, garters, muscular, hairy legs — overall effect of successful gangster in drag.
9 Yield up thy forms, boy, to thy sugar daddy got the exam three years early and know all the answer books fix the World Series.
10 The Dream Police disintegrate in globs of rotten ectoplasm swept away by an old junky, coughing and spitting in the sick morning. The Mugwump Man comes with alabaster jars of fluid and the Reptiles get smoothed out.
11 “This will last a month,” he decided, consulting an invisible mirror.
12 You can write or yell or croon about it… paint about it… act about it… shit it out in mobiles.
13 SUBJECT — with cow’s head — “Moooo Moooo.”
14 “Oh say do that Star Spangled Banner yet wave…”
15 No one ever looked at anyone else because of the strict law against importuning, with or without verbal approach, anyone for any purpose, sexual or otherwise. All cafes and bars were closed. Liquor could only be obtained with a special permit, and the liquor so obtained could not be sold or given or in any way transferred to anyone else, and the presence of anyone else in the room was considered prima facie evidence of conspiracy to transfer liquor.
16 The Buyer spreads terror throughout the industry. Junkies and agents disappear. Like a vampire bat he gives off a narcotic effluvium, a dank green mist that anesthetizes his victims and renders them helpless in his enveloping presence. And once he has scored he holes up for several days like a gorged boa constrictor. Finally he is caught in the act of digesting the Narcotics Commissioner and destroyed with a flame thrower — the court of inquiry ruling that such means were justified in that the Buyer had lost his human citizenship and was, in consequence, a creature without species and a menace to the narcotics industry on all levels.
17 Notes from Yage state: Images fall slow and silent like snow…. Serenity… All defenses fall… everything is free to enter or to go out…. Fear is simply impossible…. A beautiful blue substance Hows into me…. I see an archaic grinning face like South Pacific mask…. The face is blue purple splotched with gold….
18 Behind them, through open doors, tables and booths and bars, and kitchens and baths, copulating couples on rows of brass beds, crisscross of a thousand hammocks, junkies tying up for a shot, opium smokers, hashish smokers, people eating talking bathing back into a haze of smoke and steam.
19 The Island was a British Military and Naval station directly opposite the Zone. England holds the Island on yearly rent-free lease, and every year the lease and permit of residence is formally renewed. The entire population turns out, attendance is compulsory, and gathers at the municipal dump. The President of the Island is required by custom to crawl across the garbage on his stomach and deliver the Permit of Residence and Renewal of the Lease, signed by every citizen of the Island, to The Resident Governor who stands resplendent in dress uniform. The Governor takes the permit and shoves it into his coat pocket:
20 Several Meat Eaters lay in vomit, too weak to move. (The Black Meat is like a tainted cheese, overpower-ingly delicious and nauseating so that the eaters eat and vomit and eat again until they fall exhausted.)
21 By plane, car, horse, camel, elephant, tractor, bicycle and steam roller, on foot, skis, sled, crutch and pogo-stick the tourists storm the frontiers, demanding with inflexible authority asylum from the “unspeakable conditions obtaining in Freeland,” the Chamber of Commerce striving in vain to stem the debacle: “Please to be restful. It is only a few crazies who have from the crazy place outbroken.”
23 THE EXAMINATION