Two books that shouldn’t turn you on: Lolita Naked Lunch God help you if they do also, welcome Not so much Lolita but I’ve mysteriously grown fond of the junky ass fucking found in the Deep Burroughs of William S. Similarly, My List of Books You Shouldn’t Smile or Nod Approvingly At in Public, has a few other additions (editions) : Schindler’s List The Diary of AF anything by L. Ron Hubbard I wonder how he felt when he finally sobered up William I mean I can hardly imagine reading then editing the steady flow of blood pus and semen that is Naked Lunch I suppose there wasn’t much editing going on I suppose that’s the naked part Some people like the gushy stuff Some people sit behind the keyboard and spell out words b r e a t h t a k i n g g r a n d i o s e d i s i n g e n u o u s Then read it back and think Yea that’s what the people want Give the people what they want And unfortunately for the lovers of Purity and Invention there are indeed an absurd amount of people wanting the gushy stuff And that is what incinerates my dreams: needing something from The Quality-Sucking Machine that spits out bills for the gush Buk Burroughs Tarantino even Moshfegh found their way through a different door a zide door that slips right into the center surpassing that blockage of mediocre commercial manuscrite perhaps it was the cloak of Booze Barbiturates Torrentially elating Massacres that got them inside & labeled too unstable to touch How badly I wish to feel the laughing gas of being paid for something as retching as copulating with a jolting dead body hanging from a rope or better if someone could just let me sit on the porch and look in through the Pains while they burn the books I love
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