Extreme vagueness, mental deviation, etc. Anyway, it’s not just naked lunch.

Ken 2021-12-22 08:01:19

Nothing is true ,everything is permitted .Hassan Sabbah.

Hustlers of the world,
There is one Mark u cannot beat.
The Mark inside...
William .S Burroughs.
Woman's face, white, pale.
Human appearance They are all extremely weird. The
whole picture looks like the old century, dark, but this is not a problem of color or light. It is closer to a kind of essence. Transformed into a gray ink color, close to a hue of the earth.
Insects, thought it was some kind of movie similar to ET, rotten flesh, mouth like intestines, wrinkled mouth, speaking suddenly, without reaching the edge, and seeming to insinuate a kind of Specifically, it comes from the spirit and comes from life. The Kafka-style psychedelic reminds me of a picture that I used to be the top of the page, interlacing doors like a maze, doors opening in the front, and a downturned back. .
cloud cloud the picture, slowly and pause the music, the man behind the confusion and hesitation round frame, and an inexplicable dumbfounding, fully understand the kind of tangle of pain or sense of loss is an extreme joy. but That face was indeed transformed into a crumpled newspaper.
"There is no smell, and it will not change color, just like a kind of force. This force is invisible on the surface... but it really exists... lurking in the original division State...waiting for an opportunity to escape. The
seemingly normal environment hides countless illusory images, blood, nausea, hallucinations, or real. It is still a kind of inner difficulty to wake up. So obsessed with not understanding. Insect invasion, insect abuse, self Aggression is hard to extricate.
'I seem to be addicted to something that does not really exist.I have embarked upon withdrawl and I am very fearful of what the withdraw symptoms will be.'
Glasses released his fast typing white hands.
Everything is unreal, no People can reach the realm of reality.
Amercia is not a young land ,it is old ,dirty ,evil,before the pioneers,before the Indians ,evil is here ,waiting...
It's always full of surprise.
Spiritual sustenance, when relying on it when strong enough to lose yourself in the hands has become an excuse to escape. the ring.
no time Comes the when the What to do.
All iS lost.
too obscure films, do not understand want to express a state of mind or what dark fire .. It’s like a memory, and it seems to continue, but it’s repeating the same mistakes and it’s unreasonable.
How do we know ura real writer. I
have a pen for writing.
That's not enough . Show us, write sth.. It’s
just a conspiracy Field
...
PS I scored two points because I couldn’t understand it very much. The above was recorded during the tangled viewing process. It was a temporary state, and I really hated the nausea of ​​those typewriters. If you want to diet to lose weight, you can change this. Similar pictures are posted everywhere to ensure that there is no appetite for an instant. .

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  • Yves Cloquet: I've seen you around, but I had no idea you were queer.

    Bill Lee: Queer?

    Yves Cloquet: [leers] I saw you arrive with those three Interzone boys. What an entrance. You all looked very... familiar with each other.

    Bill Lee: [gulps] Queer. A curse. Been in our family for generations. The Lees have always been perverts. I shall never forget the unspeakable horror that froze the lymph in my glands when the baneful word seared my reeling brain - I was a homosexual. I thought of the painted simpering female impersonators I'd seen in a Baltimore nightclub. Could it be possible I was one of those subhuman things? I walked the streets in a daze like a man with a light concussion. I would've destroyed myself. And a wise old queen - Bobo, we called her - taught me that I had a duty to live and bear my burden proudly for all to see. Poor Bobo came to a sticky end - he was riding in the Duke Devanche's Hispano Suissa when his falling hemorrhoids blew out of the car and wrapped around the rear wheel. He was completely gutted leaving an empty shell sitting there on the giraffe skin upholstry. Even the eyes and the brain went with a horrible "shlupping" sound. The Duke says he would carry that ghastly "shlup" with him to his mausoleum.

  • Bill Lee: Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike anything I had ever heard. This asshole talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well this talking hit you right down there, a bubbly, thick stagnant sound, a sound you could smell. This man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was like a novelty ventriliquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number he called The Better Ole that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it but it was clever. Like, "Oh I say, are you still down there, old thing?" "Nah I had to go relieve myself." After a while the asshole started talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his asshole would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time. Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in-curving hooks and start 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 is you who will shut up in the end. Not me. Because we dont need you around here any more. I can talk and eat AND shit." After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a tadpoles tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call un-D.T., Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly and grow there, grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell. So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have have amputated spontaneous - except for the EYES you dig. Thats one thing the asshole COULDN'T do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldnt give orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while you could see the silent, helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died, because the eyes WENT OUT, and there was no more feeling in them than a crabs eyes on the end of a stalk.