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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 “Fifth floor… Room twenty-six…”
2 “‘Over me they won’t swarm. I gotta gimmick, see? I’m a fuckin Holy Man as of right now.’
3 “Come and take a close look,” says Benway. “You won’t embarrass anybody.”
4 ” ‘You just go in the other room and wait.’ Playfully he shoos Jim out of the kitchen, and puts on his apron.
5 (Ergot is a fungus disease grows on bad wheat. Dur-ing the Middle Ages Europe was periodically decimated by outbreaks of Ergotism, which was called St. Anthony’s fire. Gangrene frequently supervenes, the legs turn black and drop off. )
6 “Stop me if you’ve heard this atomic secret….”
7 “Of course I’m sure…. Go in with you.”
8 Bars subject to be inundated by low class replica lovers put up signs in ditto marks: ” ” ” “s Will Not Be Served Here…. It may be said that the average Divisionist lives in a continual crisis of fear and rage, un-able to achieve either the self-righteous complacency of the Senders or the relaxed depravity of the Liquefactionists…. However the parties are not in practice separate but blend in all combinations.
9 Sleep long in the valley of the Red River where cob-webs hang black windows and boy bones….
10 CHORUS OF FAGS: “We’ll all be raped. I know it, I know it.” They rush into a drugstore and buy a case of KY.
11 “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.’
12 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.)
13 Broken images exploded softly in Carl’s head, and he was moving out of himself in a silent swoop. Clear and sharp from a great distance he saw himself sitting in a lunchroom. Overdose of H. His old lady shaking him and holding hot coffee under his nose.
14 ” ‘We have destroyed it,’ they say smugly…. And I would like to remind you, Gentlemen and Hermaphro-dites of the Jury, that this Great Beast” — he points to Doctor Schafer — “has, on several previous occasions, appeared in this court charged with the unspeakable crime of brain rape…. In plain English” — he pounds the rail of the jury box, his voice rises to a scream — “in plain English, Gentlemen, forcible lobotomy….”
15 Pink fires of histamine spurted from Lee’s glowing core and covered his raw periphery. (The room was fireproof, the walls of iron blistered and spotted with moon craters.) He took a large fix and falsified his schedule.
16 “Why do you tell me all this? It’s too sordid! Let the retailers worry about it.”
17 The Vigilante is prosecuted in Federal Court under a lynch bill and winds up in a Federal Nut House specially designed for the containment of ghosts: precise, prosaic impact of objects… washstand… door… toilet… bars… there they are… this is it… all lines cut… nothing beyond… Dead End… And the Dead End in every face….
18 Carl looked at the doctor with overt distaste. “Yes, of course,” he said. “We all did.”
19 Music from I Am an American… An elderly man in the striped pants and cutaway of a diplomat stands on a platform draped with the American flag. A decayed, corseted tenor — bursting out of a Daniel Boone costume — is singing the Star S pangled Banner, accom-panied by a full orchestra. He sings with a slight lisp….
20 Suddenly the Mugwump pushes the boy forward into space, free of his cock. He steadies the boy with hands on the hip bones, reaches up with his stylized hieroglyph hands and snaps the boy’s neck. A shudder passes through the boy’s body. His penis rises in three great surges pulling his pelvis up, ejaculates immediately.
21 Miguel took the nail file.
22 “Cut1…” screams the Technician. The cured homosexual is led out nodding and smiling.
23 Old violet brown photos that curl and crack like mud in the sun: Panama City… Bill Gains putting down the paregoric con on a Chinese druggist.