arty line . . . never know who’s listening in.) I recall this one kid, I condition to shit at sight of me. Then I wash his ass and screw him. It was real tasty. And he was a lovely fellah too. And some times a subject will burst into boyish tears because he can’t keep from ejaculate when you screw him. Well, as you can plainly see, the possibilities are endless like meandering paths in a great big beautiful garden. I was just scratching that lovely surface when I am purged bv Par tv Poops. … Well, ‘son cosas de la vida.’ ”I reach Freeland, which is clean and dull my God. Benway is directing the R.C., Reconditioning Center. I drop around, and “What happened to so and so?” sets in like: “Sidi Idriss ‘The Nark’ Smithers crooned to the Senders for a longevity serum. No fool like an old queen.” “Lester Stroganoff Smuunn—‘El Hassein’—turned him­self into a Latah trying to perfect A.O.P., Automatic Obedience Processing. A martyr to the industry . . .” (Latah is a condition occurring in South East Asia. Otherwise sane, Latahs compulsively imitate every mo­tion onc^ their attention is attracted by snapping the fingers or calling sharply. A form of compulsive in­voluntary hypnosis. They sometimes injure themselves trying to imitate the motions of several people at once.)“Stop me if you’ve heard this atomic secret. . . .”Benway’s face retains its form in the flash bulb of urgency, subject at any moment to unspeakable cleav­age or metamorphosis. It flickers like a picture moving in and out of focus.“Come on,” says Benway, “and I’ll show you around the R.C .”

cases where time is not of the essence). ‘Now, now. Let’s not be negative, boy. Poppa call nasty man. Take baby walkabout switchboard/“The case of a female agent who forgot her real iden­tity and merged with her cover story—she is still a fricoteuse in Annexia—put me onto another gimmick. An agent is trained to deny his agent identity by asserting his cover story. So why not use psychic jiu-jitsu and go along with him? Suggest that his cover story is his iden­tity and that he has no other. His agent identity becomes unconscious, that is, out of his control; and you can dig it with drugs and hypnosis. You can make a square heterosex citizen queer with this angle . . . that is, rein­force and second his rejection of normally latent homo­sexual trends—at the same time depriving him of cunt and subjecting him to homosex stimulation. Then drugs, hypnosis, and—” Benway flipped a limp wrist.“Many subjects are vulnerable to sexual humiliation. Nakedness, stimulation with aphrodisiacs, constant su­pervision to embarrass subject and prevent relief of mas­turbation (erections during sleep automatically turn on an enormous vibrating electric buzzer that throws the subject out of bed into cold water, thus reducing the incidence of wet dreams to a minimum). Kicks to hyp­notize a priest and tell him he is about to consummate a hypostatic union with the Lamb—then steer a randy old sheep up his ass. After that the Interrogator can gain complete hypnotic control—the subject will come at his whistle, shit on the floor if he but say Open Sesame. Needless to say, the sex humiliation angle is contraindicated for overt homosexuals. (I mean let’s keep our eye on the ball here and remember the old

ine, LSD6, bufotenine, muscarine successful in many cases. Bulbocapnine induces a state approximating schizophrenic catatonia . . . instances of automatic obe­dience have been observed. Bulbocapnine is a back- brain depressant probably putting out of action the centers of motion in the hypothalamus. Other drugs that have produced experimental schizophrenia—mescaline, harmaline, LSD6—are backbrain stimulants. In schizo­phrenia the backbrain is alternately stimulated and depressed. Catatonia is often followed by a period of excitement and motor activity during which the nut rushes through the wards giving everyone a bad time. Deteriorated schizos sometimes refuse to move at all and spend their lives in bed. A disturbance of the regu­latory function of the hypothalamus is indicated as the ‘cause’ (causal thinking never yields accurate description of metabolic process—limitations of existing language) of schizophrenia. Alternate doses of LSD6 and bulbo­capnine—the bulbocapnine potientiated with curare- give the highest yield of automatic obedience.“There are other procedures. The subject can be re­duced to deep depression by administering large doses of benzedrine for several days. Psychosis can be induced by continual large doses of cocaine or demerol or by the abrupt withdrawal of barbiturates after prolonged ad­ministration. He can be addicted by dihydro-oxy-heroin and subjected to withdrawal (this compound should be five times as addicting as heroin, and the withdrawal proportionately severe).“There are various ‘psychological methods/ compul­sory psychoanalysis, for example. The subject is re­quested to free-associate for one hour every day (in

course the effect of C could be produced by an electric current activating the C channels… “So after a bit the channels wera out like veins , and the addict has to find new ones. A vein will come back in time , and by adroit vein rotation a junky can piece out the odds if he don’t become an oil burner. But brain cells don’t come back once they’re gone , and when the addict runs out of brain cells he is in a terrible fucking position . “Squatting on old bones and excrement and rusty iron , in a white blaze of heat , a panorama naked idiots stretches to the horizon . Complete silence – their speech centers are destroyed – except for the crackle of sparks and the popping of singed flesh as they apply electrodes up and down the spine .White smoke of burning flesh hangs in the motionless air. A group of children have tried an idiot to a post with barbed wire and built a fire between his legs and stand watching with bestial curiosity as the flames licks his thighs.His flesh jerks the fire with insect agony . “I digress as usual.Pending more precise knowledge of brain electronics , drugs remain an essential tool of the interrogator in his assault on the subject’s personal identity. The barbiturates are, of course , virtually useless. That is , anyone who can be broken down by such means would succumb to the puerile methods used in an American precinct. Scopolamine is often effective in dissolving resistance, but it impairs the memory: an agent might be prepared to reveal his secrets but quite unable to remember them, or cover story and secret life info might be inextricably garbled. Mescaline, harma-

locates the opponent and mobilizes resistance – the threat of torture is useful to induce in the subject the appropriate feeling of helplessness and gratitude to the interrogator for withholding it. And torture can be emplayed to advantage as a penalty when the subject is far enough along with the treatment to accept punishment as deserved .To this end I devised several forms of disciplinary procedure. One was known as The Switchboard. Electric drills that can be turned on at any time clamped against the subject’s teeth; and he is instructed to operate an arbitrary swichboard , to put certain connections in certain sockets in response to bells and lights. Every time he makes a mistake the drills are turned on for twenty seconds.The signals are gradually speeded up beyond his reaction time . Half an hour on the swichboard and the subject breaks down like an overloaded thinking machine .                                                                                                                     “The study of thinking machine teaches us more about the brain than we can learn by introspective methods. Western man is externalizing himself in the form of gadgets . Ever pop coke in the mainline ?It hits right in the brain , activating connections of pure pleasure. The pleasure of morphine is in the viscera . You listen down into yourself after a shot . But C is electricity through the brain , and the C yen is of the brain alone , a need without body and without feeling . The C-charged brain is a berserk pinball machine, flash­ing blue and pink lights in electric orgasm. C pleasure could be felt by a thinking machine, the first stirrings of hideous insect life. The craving for C lasts only a few hours, as long as the C channels are stimulated. Of

approach, anyone for any purpose, sexual or otherwise. All cafes and bars were closed. Liquor could only be obtained with a special permit, and the liquor so ob­tained could not be sold or given or in any way trans­ferred to anyone else, and the presence of anyone else in the room was considered prima facie evidence of conspiracy to transfer liquor.No one was permitted to bolt his door, and the police had pass keys to every room in the city. Accompanied by a mentalist they rush into someone’s quarters and start “looking for it.”The mentalist guides them to whatever the man wishes to hide: a tube of vaseline, an enema, a hand­kerchief with come on it, a weapon, unlicensed alcohol. And they always submitted the suspect to the most humiliating search of ihis naked person on which they make sneering and derogatory comments. Many a latent homosexual was carried out in a straitjacket when they planted vaseline in his ass. Or they pounce on any object. A pen wiper or a shoe tree.“And what is this supposed to be for?”“It’s a pen wiper.”“A pen wiper, he says.”“I’ve heard everything now.”“I guess this is all we need. Come on, you.”After a few months of this the citizens cowered in comers like neurotic cats.Of course the Annexia police processed suspected agents, saboteurs and political deviants on an assembly line basis. As regards the interrogation of suspects, Ben- way has this to say:“While in general I avoid the use of torture-torture

of documents. Citizens were subject to be stopped in  the street at any time ; and the Examiner , who might be in plain clothes , in various uniform , often in bathing suit or pyjamas , sometimes stark naked except for a badge pinned to his left nipple , after checking eac paper, would stamp it. On subsequent inspection the citizen was required to show the properly entered stamps of the last  inspection . The Examiner , when he stopped a large group, would only examine and stamp the cards of a few. The others were the subject to arrest because their cards were not properly stamped.                                    Arrest meant ” provisonal detention ” ; that is , the prisoner would be released if and when his Affidavit of Explaination , properly signed and stamped , was approved by The Assistant Arbiter of Explainations . Since this official hardly ever came to his office , and the Affidavit of Explaination had to be presented in person ,the explainers spent weeks and months waiting around in unheated offices with no stairs and no toilet facilities. Documents issued in vanishing ink faded into old pawn tickets. New documents were constantly required . The citizens rushed from one bureau to another in a frenzied attempt to meet impossible deadlines. All benches were removed from the city, all fountains turned off, all flowers and trees destroyed. Huge electric buzzers on the top of every apartment house ( everyone lived in apartments ) rang the quarter hour . Often the vibrations wold throw people out of bed . Searchlights played over the town all night ( no one was permitted to use shades , curtains , shutters or blinds ) . No one ever looked at anyone else because of the strict law against importuning, with or without verbal

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So i am assigned to engage the service of doctor Benway for Islam inc. Dr. Benway had been called in as advisor to the Freeland Republic, a place given over to free love and continual bathing. The citizens are well adjusted, co­operatives, honest, tolerant and above all clean. But the invoking of Benway indicates all is not well behind that hygienic fagade: Benway is a manipulator and coordinator of symbol systems, an expert on all phases of interrogation, brainwashing and control. I have not seen Benway since his precipitate departure from An- nexia, where his assignment had been T.D.—Total Demoralization. Benway’s first act was to abolish con­centration camps, mass arrest and, except under certain limited and special circumstances, the use of torture.“I deplore brutality,” he said. “It’s not efficient. On the other hand, prolonged mistreatment, short of physi­cal violence, gives rise, when skillfully applied, to anxiety and a feeling of special guilt. A few rules or rather guiding principles are to be borne in mind. The subject must not realize that the mistreatment is a de­liberate attack of an anti-human enemy on his personal identity. He must be made to feel that he deserves anytreatment he receives because there is something (never specified) horribly wrong with him. The naked need of the control addicts must be decently covered by an arbitrary and intricate bureaucracy so that the subject cannot contact his enemy direct.”Every citizen of Annexia was required to apply for and carry on his person at all times a whole portfolio

The pimp is one of these vibrations and dietary artists – which is a means he degrades the female sex by forcing his chicks to swallow all this shit. He was continually enlarging his theory . . . he would quick a chick and threaten to walk out if she had’nt memorized every nuance of his latest assault on logic and the human image . ” Now , baby . I got it here to give . But if you won’t receive it there’s hust nothing I can do . ”                                             He was a ritual tea smoker and very puritanical about junk the way some teaheads are ;He claimed tea put him in touch with supra blue gravitational fields . He had ideas on every subject : what kind of underwear was healty , when to drink water, and how to wipe your ass . He had a shiny red face and great spreading smooth nose , little red eyes that lit up when he looked at a chick and went out when he looked anything else . His shoulders were very broad and suggested deformity .  He acted as if other men did not exist , conveying his restaurant and store orders to male personnel throught a female intermediary . And no Man ever invaded his blighted, secret place .                                     So he is putting down junk and coming on with tea . I take three drags , Jane looked at him and her flesh crystallized. I leaped out screaming ” I got the fear ! ” and ran out of the house . Drank a beer in a little restaurant – mosaic bar and soccer scores and bullfight posters – and waited for the bus to town .                                                                               A year later in Tangier I heard she was dead.

think are you doing ? ‘ and he say ‘ Get away or I shoot you . I got myself hid good .’ We are getting some C on RX at this time . Shoot it in  the mainline ,son. You can smell it going on , clean and cold in your nose and throat then a rush of pure pleasure right throught the brain lighting up those C connections . Your head shatters in white explosions. Ten minutes later you want another shot . . . you will walk across town for another shot. But if you can’t score for C you eat, sleep and forget about it.This is a yen of the brain alone, a need without feel­ing and without body, earthbound ghost need, rancid ectoplasm swept out by an old junky coughing and spit­ting in the sick morning.One morning you wake up and take a speed ball, and feel bugs under your skin. 1890 cops with black mus­taches block the doors and lean in through the windows snarling their lips back from blue and bold embossed badges. Junkies march through the room singing the Moslem Funeral Song, bear the body of Bill Gains, stigmata of his needle wounds glow with a soft blue flame. Purposeful schizophrenic detectives sniff at your chamber pot.It’s the coke horrors.. . . Sit back and play it cool and shoot in plenty of that GI M.Day of the Dead: I got the chucks and ate my little Willy’s sugar skull. He cried and I had to go out for another. Walked past the cocktail lounge where they blasted the Jai Lai bookie.In Cuernavaca or was it Taxco? Jane meets a pimp trombone player and disappears in a cloud of tea smoke.