Instead of the naked lunch, where the morsel lies exposed on your fork, the opaque banquet; let's eat, drink, and let all sorts mingle in our guts. Pay no attention to what you imbibe.
Burroughs launched a very smart missile; programmed to strike at the hypocrisy at the centre of entrenched power structures. What could shock in the same way today? Perhaps a cluster bomb of paintings, novels, poems, videos...but where is the enemy? Who is the enemy? There is no enemy? The enemy is you, me, all we three...there are as many realities as there are brains on this planet.
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