Status Updates From Naked Lunch

Johnny drops to the floor and stands poised and alert like a young animal. He leaps about the room. With a scream of longing that shatters the glass wall he leaps out into space. Masturbating end-over-end, three thousand feet down, his sperm floating beside him, he screams all the way against the shattering blue of sky, the rising sun burning over his body like gasoline, down past great oaks and persimmons, swamp and

ne smem ni napisati koliko sam ispao paranoičan u avionu,

a što se tiče knjige ništa mi nije jasno, iseckane priče zavisnika, mahom heroinskih, neki su pederi i ne znam

sletelo se u Marakeš i gas je jak

“Did any of you ever see Doctor Tetrazzini perform? I say perform advisedly because his operations were performances. He would start by throwing a scalpel across the room into the patient and then make his entrance like a ballet dancer. His speed was incredible: ‘I don’t give them time to die,’ he would say. Tumors put him in a frenzy of rage. ‘Fucking undisciplined cells!’ he would snarl, advancing on

El primer capítulo es incomprensible, no me ha gustado nada. Entiendo la sensación que (tal vez) quiere dar el texto, pero no me mola nada lo de leer y no enterarme qué coño pasa y por qué un jambo me está hablando de twinks trajeados.

mislim da će ovo biti moj Maroko dnevnik narednih dana