peccary on his lance. The elegant fag patronizes his neighborhood bar to receive a bulletin from Dead Mother lives on in synapses and will evoke the exciting Nanny Beater. Boys jacking off in the school toilet know each other as agents from Galaxy X, adjourn to a second-run night spot where they sit shabby and portentus drinking wine vinegar and eating lemons to confound the tenor sax, a hip Arab in blue glasses suspect to be Enemy Sender. The world network of junkies, tuned on a cord of rancid jissom. . . tying up in furnished rooms. . . shivering in the sick morning . . .
(Old Pee men suck the Black Smoke in a Chink laundry back room. Melancholy Baby dies from an overdose of Time or cold turkey withdrawal of breath- in Arabia-Paris-Mexico City-New York-New Orleans-) The living and the dead. . . in sickness or on the nod . . .hooked or kicked or hooked again. . .come in on the junk beam and The Connection is eating Chop Suey on Dolores Street. . .drunking pound cake in Bickfords. . .chased up Exchange Place by a baying pack of people. Malarials of the world bundle in shivering protoplasm. Fear seals the turd message with a cuneiform account. Giggling rioters copulate to the screams of a burning Nigra. Lonely librarians unite in soul kiss of halitosis. That grippy feeling brother? Sore throat persistent and disquieting as the hot afternoon wind?
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