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[Shaddows]

I just remember her saying she's a Libra, so we got that going on, and a pair of green shades, and we both have nice hair, and slept for money in our early teens, ...and twenties, and she won an Academy Award, and I won best first baseman back to back, and best playwright in 7th grade, while being a prostitute.

I now worship you!

 

[JohnMandick]

I just remember her saying she's a Libra, so we got that going on, and a pair of green shades, and we both have nice hair, and slept for money in our early teens, ...and twenties, and she won an Academy Award, and I won best first baseman back to back, and best playwright in 7th grade, while being a prostitute.

I still owe you that nickle.

 

[Drunken Meat Fist]

his early stuff was the best. 'junky' is a seriously good book.

I have his old shit on cassette, unlike almost all authors, you're never gonna beat his reading of his own shit, but if you give over and just swim in forever, you can read all his shit in his voice by yourself, and other people's shit in his voice, and have him narrate your dreams and as you read other books. Some idiot said there are some things that are psychologically limited it dreams, you can't see yourself actually, every face is face you've seen, you're not supposed to be able to read a book in your dream, all this horse shit.

While I have never died in my dreams, I always wake up, there's something to that I think, I'd give that a little support just that I've never know or heard of anyone who has, but I was in the Mall of America, in Minnesota or Wisconsin or where that is, and I lost my family in the walking, I drifted off, and ended up standing next to an old carnival wagon inside the hangar or whatever we're in, and I'm talking with this skinny carnie asking if there's still a place you can get a drink. He brings me in the little old rolling cabin wagon, like a gypsie caravan cabin on conestoga wheels, and I sit down, there's all these books, all these ridiculous books whose titles alone were poems and art, and as I sit on round footstool, we're driving, the wagon's moving, we're not going anywhere, I'm readin', ... I drift. I picked up a small red book with gold leaf and a cherry twig for a bookmark book off a little shelf in front of me, and I read from that book, knowing I'm dreaming, maybe thirty pages as clear as I'm reading this. It's one of those dreams so real, maybe a few handful of times in life, where it might be nice enough to just die and drift your life like a whisp of smoke into the life of the dream. It's as clear to me as if I just watched a movie, but the feelings are inside.


You can't outride a most automatic cocktail maestro, but I was cleaning my dump one day, and it was like 9 or 10 hours, just listening to music and getting the job done, so I youtubed a girl reading Junky, the whole thing, just sitting in her bedroom. I was looking for it just now to post here, but couldn't find it. If you stumble across it, this girl reading it adds an extra flavor, I laughed outloud I don't know how many times. I hope this girl is living a great life. I listened to her reading it 3 or 4 times through.

 

[Drunken Meat Fist]

I don't know why this clip always cracks me up

 

[Drunken Meat Fist]

Incidentally, ..... and as I'm typing the word "incidentally," Burroughs says the word "incidentally" in the other window as it plays, this is the only time in all my time with Burroughs that I've ever seen him audibly laugh, and it's also one of the times I can remember someone Bismarck his ass, which is what prompts his chuckle. You can see he physically enjoyed the Walcott jab to teeth, brief as it was, I don't think in his world there's a lot of people who give him genuine stimulation. It's my favorite clip.

 

[Drunken Meat Fist]

I still owe you that nickle.

Just put it towards the reconstruction fund.

 

[Drunken Meat Fist]

I thought this was in OT, now I gotta get the hair gel.

 

[Sweater of AV]

 

[Nathan LaMontagne]

When the clock turns to 12, the mouse says tango. Nancy, the turkey is here for the limelight. Please, give time to the sparrows, for they are free and glorious.

Blessed be the fruit

The asparagus of thought is ready to churn as the night goes dim

A cast plant for all to see with toes of envy

Glory today. Gone tomorrow. Thank you

*The rock clapping gif*

Beautifully said, it touches me deeply.

 

[Dusty Rhodes]

My name is so important that when you see it, you'd rather not get laid by your old lady or watch a good movie, but you put on your fingerless gloves and ruin you night psychologically over and over, which, isn't that often really, and there's a handful of folks who are in on the joke of a dumb bastard trying to pop a wheelie on a unicycle with an animated 12 year old Jodie Foster prostitute avatar.

The first three letters of "POWER" POW.

Lmao!

 

[mjfan23]

When is paddy posting again?

 

[Mohawk Banditó]

I'm not bothered by it. But it is what it is: Someone in power getting to do whatever.

I'm bothered less by the cries for attention from an addict and more the lack of response to it that everyone else gets. How quickly any other threads or posts get merged, moved, edited, or outright deleted, maybe even with a dm accompanying it. Cuz people usually aren't allowed to have off topic conversations. Users don't get to post in response to tangents of things not related to the subforum, let alone random gibberish. But that doesn't apply equally. It's not the upper status that bothers me, it's that everyone else is lower status.

 

[VAfan]

I have his old shit on cassette, unlike almost all authors, you're never gonna beat his reading of his own shit, but if you give over and just swim in forever, you can read all his shit in his voice by yourself, and other people's shit in his voice, and have him narrate your dreams and as you read other books. Some idiot said there are some things that are psychologically limited it dreams, you can't see yourself actually, every face is face you've seen, you're not supposed to be able to read a book in your dream, all this horse shit.

While I have never died in my dreams, I always wake up, there's something to that I think, I'd give that a little support just that I've never know or heard of anyone who has, but I was in the Mall of America, in Minnesota or Wisconsin or where that is, and I lost my family in the walking, I drifted off, and ended up standing next to an old carnival wagon inside the hangar or whatever we're in, and I'm talking with this skinny carnie asking if there's still a place you can get a drink. He brings me in the little old rolling cabin wagon, like a gypsie caravan cabin on conestoga wheels, and I sit down, there's all these books, all these ridiculous books whose titles alone were poems and art, and as I sit on round footstool, we're driving, the wagon's moving, we're not going anywhere, I'm readin', ... I drift. I picked up a small red book with gold leaf and a cherry twig for a bookmark book off a little shelf in front of me, and I read from that book, knowing I'm dreaming, maybe thirty pages as clear as I'm reading this. It's one of those dreams so real, maybe a few handful of times in life, where it might be nice enough to just die and drift your life like a whisp of smoke into the life of the dream. It's as clear to me as if I just watched a movie, but the feelings are inside.


You can't outride a most automatic cocktail maestro, but I was cleaning my dump one day, and it was like 9 or 10 hours, just listening to music and getting the job done, so I youtubed a girl reading Junky, the whole thing, just sitting in her bedroom. I was looking for it just now to post here, but couldn't find it. If you stumble across it, this girl reading it adds an extra flavor, I laughed outloud I don't know how many times. I hope this girl is living a great life. I listened to her reading it 3 or 4 times through.

i got really into burroughs for a few years, read everything he wrote. he was at his best (IMO) in the beginning, when he was just doing it hard-boiled, dashiell hammett style, it was really engaging, like bukowski or something. i lost him when he went off into space, with the cut-up technique and all the hallucinations and shit, some of that was almost unreadable. there was something irresistible about his stuff in general though, you were fascinated and you felt filthy reading it at the same time. the guy was definitely off in his own world. kerouac's another one of my favorites and so i like the connections between the two, jack mentions him all the time in his writing. if you haven't read it, you should try 'and the hippos were boiled in their tanks', it was co-written by kerouac and burroughs. it's about that murder committed in new york by that friend of theirs, it's pretty good.