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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 Another bore carries around a suitcase full of trophies and medals, cups and ribbons: “Now this I won for the Most Ingenious Sex Device Contest in Yokohama. (Hold him, he’s desperate.) The Emperor gave it to me himself and there were tears in his eyes, and the runners-up all castrated theirselves with harakiri knives. And I won this ribbon in a Degradation Contest at the Teheran meeting of Junkies Anonymous.”
2 When I get to the frontier the Guard rushes out of his casita, a mirror in a wooden frame slung round his neck. He is trying to get the mirror off his neck…. This has never happened before, that anyone reached the frontier. The Guard has injured his larynx taking of the mirror frame…. He has lost his voice…. He opens his mouth, you can see the tongue jumping around inside. The smooth blank young face and the open mouth with the tongue moving inside are incredibly hideous. The Guard holds up his hand. His whole body jerks in convulsive negation. I go over and unhook the chain across the road. It falls with a clank of metal on stone. I walk through. The Guard stands there in the mist looking after me. Then he hooks the chain up again, goes back into the casita and starts plucking at his mustache.
3 “Where can you go, Carl?” The doctor’s voice reached him from a great distance.
4 “Oh you dolls, you great big beautiful dolls.”
5 “Where can you go, Carl?” The doctor’s voice reached him from a great distance.
6 “No! No!” screams the D.S.
7 “Oh go back to your Island before it falls! We knew you when you were peddling your purple ass in the Plaza pissoirs for five pesetas.”
8 “Oh nothing. Nothing at all.”
9 The Doctor shrugs: ‘It’s the Old Army Game, son. Pea under the shell… Now you see it now you don’t….’)
10 “He fell downstairs,” they say. You know the old cop bullshit.
11 They appeared in Liberia dressed in black Stetsons and red galluses:
12 “Think I’ll have my stomach tucked…. I may be old, but I’m still desirable.”
13 A Javanese dancer in ornate teak swivel chair, set in a socket of limestone buttocks, pulls an American boy — red hair, bright green eyes — down onto his cock with ritual motions. The boy sits impaled facing the dancer who propels himself in circular gyrations, lend-ing fluid substance to the chair. “Weeeeeeeeee!” scream the boy as his sperm spurt up over the dancer’s lean brown chest. One gob hit the corner of the dancer’s mouth. The boy push it in with his finger and laugh: “Man, that’s what I call suction!”
15 I made the round with him once for kicks. You know how old people lose all shame about eating, and it makes you puke to watch them? Old junkies are the same about junk. They gibber and squeal at sight of it. The spit hangs off their chin, and their stomach rumbles and all their guts grind in peristalsis while they cook up, dissolving the body’s decent skin, you expect any moment a great blob of protoplasm will Hop right out and surround the junk. Really disgust you to see it.
16 Because “Fats’” nerves were raw and peeled to feel the death spasms of a million cold kicks…. “Fats” learned The Algebra of Need and survived….
17 In a vale of cocaine and innocence sad-eyed youths yodel for a lost Danny Boy….
18 They are always pacing round Bidonvilles smoking huge cigars:
19 The Word is divided into units which be all in one piece and should be so taken, but the pieces can be had in any order being tied up back and forth, in and out fore and aft like an innaresting sex arrangement. This book spill off the page in all directions, kaleidescope of vistas, medley of tunes and street noises, farts and riot yipes and the slamming steel shutters of commerce, screams of pain and pathos and screams plain pathic, copulating cats and outraged squawk of the displaced bull head, prophetic mutterings of brujo in nutmeg trances, snapping necks and screaming mandrakes, sigh of orgasm, heroin silent as dawn in the thirsty cells, Radio Cairo screaming like a berserk tobacco auction, and flutes of Ramadan fanning the sick junky like a gentle lush worker in the grey subway dawn feeling with delicate fingers for the green folding crackle..
20 The Liberal Press and The Press Not So Liberal and The Press Reactionary Scream approval: “Above all the myth of other-level experience must be eradicated….” And speak darkly of certain harsh realities… cows with the aftosa… prophylaxis….
21 Prof: “Oh Landsakes!” He tries desperately to disguise himself as an old woman with high black shoes and umbrella…. “If it wasn’t for my lumbago can’t rightly bend over I’d turn them offering my Sugar Bum the way baboons do it…. If a weaker baboon be attacked by a stronger baboon the weaker baboon will either (a) present his hrump fanny I believe is the word, gentlemen, heh heh for passive intercourse or (b) if he is a different type baboon more extrovert and well-adjusted, lead an attack on an even weaker baboon if he can find one.”
22 .Coming over a hill of rusty iron we meet a group of Natives… Hat two-dimension faces of scavenger fish….
23 “What are you writing there?” he demanded.