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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 Carl slipped him a wadded banknote… and the doctor faded into the grey twilight, seedy and furtive as an old junky.
2 ” ‘My black oopalls!’ Old bitch marry so many times so many gooks and spics she don’t know her accent from her ass….
3 Technician: “Look like a cow.”
4 HASSAN’S RUMPUS ROOM
5 In a frenzy he whips the baboon from one end of the bar to the other. The baboon, screaming and snarling and shitting with terror, climbs over the clients, runs up and down on top of the bar, swings from drapes and chandeliers….
6 One push and down it sink
7 But the infection burned the mold out… Lee lived now in varying degrees of transparency… While not exactly invisible he was at least difficult to see. His presence attracted no special notice…. People covered him with a project or dismissed him as a reflection, shadow: “Some kinda light trick or neon advertise-ment.”
8 (Alternative: A. J. whips out a bottle of ketchup and douses the haute cuisine. )
9 “Your commission! Who smelled out this good thing in the first place?”
10 “Coke bugs, kid,” Joe said, holding eggs up to the light. “I was travelling with Irene Kelly and her was a sporting woman. In Butte, state of Montany, her got the coke horrors and run through the hotel screaming Chinese coppers chase her with meat cleavers. I knew this cop in Chi sniff coke used to come in form of crystals, blue crystals. So her go nuts and start screaming the Federals is after him and run down this alley and stick his head in the garbage can. And I said, ‘What you think you are doing? and her say, ‘Get away or I shoot you! I got myself led good!’ When the roll is called up yonder we’ll be there, right?”
11 (I hear about this vine from an old German prospec-tor who is dying of uremia in Pasto, Columbia. Supposed to grow in the Putumayo area. Never located any. Didn’t try very hard…. The same citizen tells me about a bug like a big grasshopper known as the Xiucutil: “Such a powerful aphrodisiac if one flies on you and you can’t get a woman right away you will die. I have seen the Indians running around pulling themselves off from the contact with this animal.” Unfortunately I never score for a Xiucutil…. )
12 And our habits build up with the drag, like cocaine will build you up staying ahead of the C bring-down. And the junk was running low. So there we are in this no-horse town strictly from cough syrup. And vomited up the syrup and drove on and on, cold spring wind whistling through that old heap around our shivering sick sweating bodies and the cold you always come down with when the junk runs out of you…. On through the peeled landscape, dead armadillos in the road and vultures over the swamp and cypress stumps. Motels with beaverboard walls, gas heater, thin pink blankets.
13 “Well, here you go.” Mark starts to push Johnny off the platform.
14 Frantic queen trying to claw sport jacket off depart-ing boy.
15 Morbid crowds follow them about hoping to witness some superlative American outrage.
16 ” ‘My chicken blood ruby!’
17 “‘Think of it!’ he snaps. ‘A cream seperator in your own kitchen!’
18 Doctor Benway pauses at the door and looks back at the IND’s. “Our failures,” he says. “Well, it’s all in the day’s work.”
19 ” ‘Get her!’
20 “Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in-curving hooks and started eating. He thought this was cute at first and built an act around it, but the asshole would eat its way through his pants and start talking on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags nobody loved it and it wanted to be kissed same as any other mouth. Finally it talked all the time day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it, but nothing did any good and the asshole said to him: ‘It’s you who will shut up in the end. Not me. Because we don’t need you around here any more. I can talk and eat and shit.’
21 “Of course I’m sure…. Go in with you.”
22 The date palms have died of meet lack, the well filled with dried shit and mosaic of a thousand newspapers: “Russia denies… The Home Secretary views with pathic alarm… The trap was sprung at 12:02. At 12:30 the doctor went out to eat oysters, returned at 2:00 to clap the hanged man jovially on the back. ‘what? Aren’t you dead yet? Guess I’ll have to pull your leg. Haw Haw! Can’t let you choke at this rate — I’d get a warning from the President. And what a disgrace if the dead wagon cart you out alive. My balls would drop off with the shame of it and I apprenticed myself to an experienced ox. One two three pull.’ “
23 “I don’t dig you, Jack.”