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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

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WSB reads 23 random sentences from Naked Lunch

1 They appeared in Liberia dressed in black Stetsons and red galluses:

2 “Ketch. But what’s the angle…. Books… “

3 “Come and take a close look,” says Benway. “You won’t embarrass anybody.”

4 More and more static at the Drug Store, mutterings of control like a telephone off the hook… Spent all day until 8 P.M. to score for two boxes of Eukodol….

5 “The biocontrol apparatus is prototype of one-way telepathic control. The subject could be rendered sus-ceptible to the transmitter by drugs or other processing without installing any apparatus. Ultimately the Senders will use telepathic transmitting exclusively…. Ever dig the Mayan codices? I figure it like this: the priests — about one per cent of population — made with one-way telepathic broadcasts instructing the workers what to feel and when…. A telepathic sender has to send all the time. He can never receive, because if he receives that means someone else has feelings of his own could louse up his continuity. The sender has to send all the time, but he can’t ever recharge himself by contact. Sooner or later he’s got no feelings to send. You can’t have feelings alone. Not alone like the Sender is alone — and you dig there can only be one Sender at one place-time…. Finally the screen goes dead…. The Sender has turned into a huge centipede…. So the workers come in on the beam and burn the centipede and elect a new Sender by consensus of the general will…. The Mayans were limited by isolation…. Now one Sender could control the planet…. 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…”

6 Paul spoke wiser than he know being a really evil old shit when he talk about men lying with men doing that which is inconvenient. Inconvenient is the word. So who want to trip over a cock on the way to a cunt, and when a citizen get the yen to hump a gash, some evil stranger rush in and do that which is inconvenient to his ass.

7 “Funny thing those citizens turn all black and their legs drop off.”

8 The Jury gasps…, One dies of a heart attack…. Three fall to the floor writhing in orgasms of pruri-ence….

9 Frantic queen trying to claw sport jacket off depart-ing boy.

10 It took two hours for the Reptile to raise three pink transparent fingers covered with black fuzz.

11 “Play it back.”

12 She looked at him in disapproving surprise: “You’ll be notified of course.” She stood in the doorway of the cubicle and watched him walk through the outer office and open the door. He turned and attempted a jaunty wave. The nurse did not move or change her expression. As he walked down the stairs the broken, false grin burned his face with shame. A homosexual tourist looked at him and raised a knowing eyebrow. “Something wrong?”

13 smell absence hits the nose first because all organic life has smell… stopping of smell is felt like darkness to the eyes, silence to the ears, stress and weightlessness to the balance and location sense….

14 He dropped a pill of paper into Carl’s hand. His dirty fingers, shiny over the dirt, rested on Carl’s sleeve.

15 “No good… no bueno… hustling myself….”

16 Well here he was back, standing behind me. I looked at him, afraid to ask. Funny, I thought, here I sit with perhaps one chance in a hundred to live out the next 24 hours — I had made up my mind not to surrender and spend the next three or four months in death’s waiting room. And here I was worrying about a junk score. But I only had about five shots left, and without junk I would be immobilized…. Nick nodded his head.


18 “No. Not now.”

19 Hey, Maw, get ready my veil.

20 Damp hairs on the back of his balls dry to grass in the warm spring wind. High jungle valley, vines creep in the window. Johnny’s cock swells, great rank buds burst out. A long tuber root creeps from Mary’s cunt, feels for the earth. The bodies disintegrate in green explosions. The hut falls in ruins of broken stone. The boy is a limestone statue, a plant sprouting from his cock, lips parted in the half-smile of a junky on the nod.

21 STOOGE: “Don’t you know who this is? It’s A. J., last of the big time spenders.”

22 NURSE: “I can’t find her pulse, doctor.”

23 Miguel scratched the back of his hand…. He looked out the window…. His body moved in little, galvanized jerks as junk channels lit up…. Lee sat there waiting. “One snort never put anybody back on, kid.”