IN WHICH A SLIGHT GLIMPSE IS HAD OF SAN FRANCISCO
The uneducated imposter delicately vomited up the hot, steaming lumpy gravy. Time passed, and the lighter shades now announced the approach the day, although it has not been easy. It was a moment. An elephant, thanks to the able leadership of Parsee was rapidly based on the still dark wood, and the celestial light swim, as in the sacred lakes of Himalaya, in the black pupils of her great clear eyes.
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Antler lasers light up, scan the text. Eyes turn blank magenta and flicker for a moment until Karass returns to normal.
My superior deer Intellect tells me you are using the George Makepeace Towle's English language translation of Jules Verne's Le tour du monde en quatre-vingts jours run through the cut-up method popularized by the novels of William S. Burroughs. In this case, the only response can be ... Bowie.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JBwy5y_tdQk
I'll be a Rock&Roll'n bitch for you too David.
My superior deer Intellect tells me you are using the George Makepeace Towle's English language translation of Jules Verne's Le tour du monde en quatre-vingts jours run through the cut-up method popularized by the novels of William S. Burroughs. In this case, the only response can be ... Bowie.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JBwy5y_tdQk
I'll be a Rock&Roll'n bitch for you too David.
We sat mesmerized for hours pondering his look of pure astonishment. The only thing that caused us to shift our focus, albeit momentarily, was a spectrum coloured Frisbee that flew through the window of an unchanged decade...
It was then when the collective epiphany struck us...
CHRIST ! The Grateful Dead is just COUNTRY MUSIC when you listen to it sober !
It was then when the collective epiphany struck us...
CHRIST ! The Grateful Dead is just COUNTRY MUSIC when you listen to it sober !
Fix and Passepartout saw that they were in the house was smoke -- These poor, cadaverous, idiotic creatures to whom English merchants sell every year a miserable drug called opium, to The sum of one million four hundred thousand pounds - thousands of specially to one of the worst evils which mankind is suffering!
At the same time, Mongolia has been rapidly moving forward on the 13th, Mocha, surrounded by its ruined walls of which date trees grow, was vision, as well as in the mountains outside was espied vast coffee-fields. He ravished was here in the states and thought that, with its circular walls and dismantled fort, it looked like huge coffee cup and saucer.
The guide put on helmet of photo goggles and antennae of orange neon flickering, smelling bat wings: "Johnny pants down. Johnny cock hard." The examiner floats up from the floor, swims down through heavy water from the ceiling, shoots up from toilet bowl, English baths, underwater takes of geintals and pubic hairs in warm spermy water. X-ray photos of viscera and fecal movements, his body a transparent blue fish.
Carl walked through the penis posts into a town of limestone huts. A ring of priests sat around the posts legs spread, erections pulsing to flicker light from their eyes.
Carl walked a long row of living penis urns made from men whose penis has absorbed the body with vestigial arms and legs breathing through purple fungoid gills and dropping a slow metal excrement like melted solder forms a solid plaque under the urns stand about three feet high on rusty iron shelves wire mesh cubicles joined by catwalks and ladders a vast warehouse of living penis urns slowly transmuting to smooth red terra cotta.
Carl walked through the penis posts into a town of limestone huts. A ring of priests sat around the posts legs spread, erections pulsing to flicker light from their eyes.
Carl walked a long row of living penis urns made from men whose penis has absorbed the body with vestigial arms and legs breathing through purple fungoid gills and dropping a slow metal excrement like melted solder forms a solid plaque under the urns stand about three feet high on rusty iron shelves wire mesh cubicles joined by catwalks and ladders a vast warehouse of living penis urns slowly transmuting to smooth red terra cotta.
Eyes wide, he stares into the distance. Eyes wide, he stares into the distance. Eyes wide, he stares into the distance.
Eyes wide, he stares into the distance. Eyes wide, he stares into the distance. Eyes wide, he stares into the distance.
Eyes wide, he stares into the distance. Damn, your madness has infected me. Eyes wide, he stares into the distance.
Eyes wide, he stares into the distance. And worse, it seems to have mutated. Eyes wide, he stares into the distance.
Eyes wide, he stares into the distance. Eyes wide, he stares into the distance. Eyes wide, he stares into the distance.
Eyes wide, he stares into the distance. Eyes wide, he stares into the distance. Eyes wide, he stares into the distance.
Eyes wide, he stares into the distance. Eyes wide, he stares into the distance. Eyes wide, he stares into the distance.
Eyes wide, he stares into the distance. Damn, your madness has infected me. Eyes wide, he stares into the distance.
Eyes wide, he stares into the distance. And worse, it seems to have mutated. Eyes wide, he stares into the distance.
Eyes wide, he stares into the distance. Eyes wide, he stares into the distance. Eyes wide, he stares into the distance.
Eyes wide, he stares into the distance. Eyes wide, he stares into the distance. Eyes wide, he stares into the distance.
Zang! And it was his. The purest Id immersion mental fuckdream of his youth made manifest, and only a few pounds investment to make it happen. Not British pounds, but Columbian pounds. And heart poundings. He waved his brain bye-bye so long ago but it still tried to keep up the pace reaching out to him as he journeyed, ever-so-slightly faster into oblivion. He'd meet his mind there, at the end. Once the self-preserving denial screaming "you're not dying" finally breathed his last gasp. "Ooops! Didn't plan this out, did I? Plans are for pussies! Time to be a shining star!"
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