Naked Lunch

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.... Sooner or later The Vigilante, The Rube, Lee The Agent, A. J., Clem and Jody The Ergot Twins, Hassan O'Leary the After Birth Tycoon, The Sailor, The Exterminator, Andrew Keif, 'Fats' Terminal, Doc Benway, 'Fingers' Schafer are subject to say the same thing in the same words to occupy, at that intersection point, the same position in space-time. Using a common vocal apparatus 111

complete with all metabolic appliances that is to be the same person --a most inaccurate way of expressing Recognition: The junky naked in sunlight...

The writer sees himself reading to the mirror as always... He must check now and again to reassure himself that The Crime Of Separate Action has not, is not, cannot occur.... Anyone who has ever looked into a mirror knows what this crime is and what it means in terms of lost control when the reflection no longer obeys.... Too late to dial P o l i c e.... I personally wish to terminate my services as of now in that I cannot continue to sell the raw materials of death.... Yours, sir, is a hopeless case and a noisome one....

'Defense is meaningless in the present state of our knowledge,' said The Defense looking up from an electron microscope....

Take your business to Walgreen’s...

Steal anything in sight.

We are not responsible.

I don't know how to return it to the white reader.

You can write or yell or croon about it... paint about it... act about it... shit it out in mobiles. . So long as you don't go and do it...

Senators leap up and bray for the Death Penalty with inflexible authority of virus yen.... Death for dope fiends, death for sex queens (I mean fiends) death for the psychopath who offends the cowed and graceless flesh with broken animal innocence of lithe movement.... The black wind sock of death undulates over the land, feeling, smelling for the crime of separate life, movers of the fear-frozen flesh shivering under a vast probability curve.... Population blocks disappear in a checker game of genocide.... Any number can play.... 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....

Power groups of the world frantically cut lines of connection.... The Planet drifts to random insect doom....

Thermodynamics has won at a crawl... Orgone balked at the post.... Christ bled.. Time ran out....

You can cut into Naked Lunch at any intersection point.... I have written many prefaces. They atrophy and amputate spontaneous like the little toe amputates in a West African disease confined to the Negro race and the passing blonde shows her brass ankle as a manicured toe bounces across the club terrace, retrieved and laid at her feet by her Afghan Hound.... Naked Lunch is a blueprint, a How- To Book... Black insect lusts open into vast, other planet landscapes.... Abstract concepts, bare as algebra, narrow down to a black turd or a pair of aging cajones..

How-To extend levels of experience by opening the door at the end of a long hall.... Doors that only open in Silence.... Naked Lunch demands Silence from The Reader. Otherwise he is taking his own pulse....

Robert Christie knew The Answering Service... Kill the old cunts... keep pubic hairs in his locket ...wouldn't you?

Robert Christie, mass strangler of women --sounds like a daisy chain --hanged in 1953. Jack The Ripper, Literal Swordsman of the 1890s and never caught with his pants down... wrote a letter to The Press.

'Next time I'll send along an ear just for jolly.. Wouldn't you?' 112

'Oh be careful! There they go again!' said the old queen as his string broke spilling his balls over the floor.... 'Stop them will you, James, you worthless old shit! Don't just stand there and let the master's balls roll into the coal- bin!'

Window dressers scream through the station, beat the cashiers with the Fairy Hyp. Dilaudid deliver poor me (Dilaudid is souped up, dehydrate morphine). The sheriff in black vest types out a death warrant: 'Gotta make it legal and exempt narcotic....' Violation Public Health Law 334... Procuring an orgasm by the use of fraud.... Johnny on all fours and Mary sucking him and running her fingers down the thigh backs and light over the outfields of the ball park....

Over the broken chair and out through the tool-house window whitewash whipping in a cold Spring wind on a limestone cliff over the river... piece of moon smoke hangs in China blue sky... out on a long line of jissom across the dusty floor....