|
And now, Low-Rent Naked Lunch....
|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| Hello, I'm a drug addict who will retreat further into his dementia by using odd things as drugs, like bug spray and anal sex. | |
 | |  |
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Then I'll move to Tangiers and become so self-involved that I'll invent a new way of writing which will take the world by storm, yet still my dire personal life will mar any success I have. | |
| | |
|
|
| | |
| Oh Christ, aren't you fucked up? Go the fuck away you goddamn old zombie of a loser! | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Then I'll just write snippets, publish them for $15 a pop, and be subtly 'underground.' And use insect imagery to affect the schism between humanity and conformity. | |
| | |
|
|
| | |
| That's very nice. Say, do you have any drugs on you now? I would hate to slice you open only for wearing that fancy Armani suit like a jerk. | |
| | |
|
|
|
