“Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down,… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
“Naked Mr. America, burning frantic with self bone love, screams out: "My asshole confounds the Louvre! I fart ambrosia and shit pure… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
“What's with the serum?" I don't know, but it sounds ominous. We better put a telepathic direction finder on Benway. The man's… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
“When he smiled the fear flew away in little pieces of light...” — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
