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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
2 “What happen to Steely Dan II”
3 “Why don’t you make The Man a proposition?” he jerks a head towards his glowering super-ego who is always referred to in the third person as “The Man” or “The Lieutenant.”
4 “You sure it’s here?”
5 “Ketch. But what’s the angle…. Books… “
6 “If Ahmed won’t come out… We’ll go in and get him.”
7 “They don’t come back, won’t come back, once they’re gone,” Benway sings softly. “Now this ward has some innarest.’
8 Into the Interior: a vast subdivision, antennae of television to the meaningless sky. In lifeproof houses they hover over the young, sop up a little of what they shut out. Only the young bring anything in, and they are not young very long. (Through the bars of East St. Louis lies the dead frontier, riverboat days.) Illinois and Missouri, miasma of mound-building peoples, groveling worship of the Food Source, cruel and ugly festivals, dead-end horror of the Centipede God reaches from Moundville to the lunar deserts of coastal Peru.
9 “Don’t look so frightened, young man. Just a professional joke. To say treatment is symptomatic means there is none, except to make the patient feel as comfortable as possible. And that is precisely what we attempt to do in these cases.” Once again Carl felt the impact of that cold interest on his face. “That is to say reassurance when reassurance is necessary… and, of course, suitable outlets with other individuals of similar tendencies. No isolation is indicated… the condition is no more directly contagious than cancer. Cancer, my Brst love,” the doctor’s voice receded. He seemed actually to have gone away through an invisible door leaving his empty body sitting there at the desk.
10 Berger (leaps to his feet): “Preposterous! It’s health incarnate!…”
11 A friend of mine found himself naked in a Marrakech hotel room second floor…. (He is after processing by a Texas mother who dressed him in girl’s clothes as a child…. Crude but effective against infant protoplasm…. ) The other occupants are Arabs, three Arabs… knives in hand… watching him . glint of metal and points of light in dark eyes . pieces of murder falling slow as opal chips through glycerine… Slower animal reactions allow him a full second to decide: Straight through the window and down into the crowded street like a falling star his wake of glass glittering in the sun… sustained a broken ankle and a chipped shoulder… clad in a diaphanous pink curtain, with a curtain-rod staff, hobbled away to the Commissariat de Police….
13 The forms of democracy are scrupulously enforced on the Island. There is a Senate and a Congress who carry on endless sessions discussing garbage disposal and outhouse inspection, the only two questions over which they have jurisdiction. For a brief period in the mid-nineteenth century, they had been allowed to control the dept. of Baboon Maintenance but this privilege had been withdrawn owing to absenteeism in the Senate.
14 “Put on two pairs of glasses and maybe you can see something!”
15 At the far end of the ward an attendant throws up an iron shutter and lets out a hog call. The junkies rush up grunting and squealing.
16 The American woman has left a whiff of poison be-hind in the dank St. Louis garden party.
17 Marvie does buy himself a shot glass of beer, squeezing a blackened coin out of his fly onto the table. “Keep the change.” The waiter sweeps the coin into a dust pan, he spits on the table and walks away.
18 “Well, Chester Hoot tore that nigger shack down and rebuilt it just back of his house up in Bled Valley. Covered up all the windows with black cloth, and what goes on in there ain’t fittin’ to speak of…. Now Chester he’s got some right strange ways…. Well it was just where the nigger shack used to be, right across from the Old Brooks place Hoods out every Spring, only it wasn’t the Brooks place then… belonged to a feller name of Scranton. Now that piece of land was surveyed back in 1919…. I reckon you know the man did the job too…. Feller name of Hump Clarence used to witch out wells on the side…. Good ol’ boy too, not a finer man in this Zone than Hump Clarence…. Well it was just around about in there I come on Ted Spigot ascrewin a mud puppy.”
19 “‘Do it slow, Honey Face. Do it slow. He’s give me a sick headache.’
20 Johnny extracts a candiru from Mary’s cunt with his calipers…. He drops it into a bottle of mescal where it turns into a Maguey worm…. He gives her a douche of jungle bone-softener, her vaginal teeth flow out mixed with blood and cysts…. Her cunt shines fresh and sweet as spring grass…. Johnny licks Mary’s cunt, slow at first, with rising excitement parts the lips and licks inside feeling the prickle of pubic hairs on his tumescent tongue…. Arms thrown back, breasts poin-ing straight up, Mary lies transfixed with neon nails. …Johnny moves up her body, his cock with a shining round opal of lubricant at the open slit, slides through her pubic hairs and enters her cunt to the hilt, drawn in by a suction of hungry flesh…. His face swells with blood, green lights burst behind his eyes and he falls with a scenic railway through screaming girls….
21 A contingent of howling simopaths swing from chandeliers, balconies and trees, shitting and pissing on passersby. (A simopath — the technical name for this disorder escapes me — is a citizen convinced he is an ape or other simian. It is a disorder peculiar to the army, and discharge cures it.) Amoks trot along cutting off heads, faces sweet and remote with a dreamy half smile. …Citizens with incipient Bang-utot clutch their penises and call on the tourists for help…. Arab rioters yipe and howl, castrating, disembowelling, throw burning gasoline…. Dancing boys striptease with intestines, women stick severed genitals in their cunts, grind, bump and Hick it at the man of their choice…. Religious fanatics harangue the crowd from helicopters and rain stone tablets on their heads, inscribed with meaningless messages…. Leopard Men tear people to pieces with iron claws, coughing and grunting…. Kwakiutl Canni-bal Society initiates bite off noses and ears….
22 Followers of obsolete unthinkable trades, doodling in Etruscan, addicts of drugs not yet synthesized, black marketeers of World War III, excisors of telepathic sensitivity, osteopaths of the spirit, investigators of infractions denounced by bland paranoid chess players, servers of fragmentary warrants taken down in hebephrenic shorthand charging unspeakable mutilations of the spirit, officials of unconstituted police states, brokers of exquisite dreams and nostalgias tested on the sensi-tized cells of junk sickness and bartered for raw materials of the will, drinkers of the Heavy Fluid sealed in translucent amber of dreams.
23 “Well, this rumble in the operating room, ‘this unspeakable occurrence’ as the Super called it, you might say was the blow off. The wolf pack was closing for the kill. A crucifixion, that’s the only word for it. Of course I’d made a few ‘dumheits’ here and there. Who hasn’t? There was the time me and the anesthetist drank up all the ether and the patient came up on us, and I was accused of cutting the cocaine with Sanifiush. Violet did it actually. Had to protect her of course….