Text: Willliam S. Burroughs, Edition: 90 Page 2 The planet is pulling loose from its moorings, careening into space, spilling cities and mountains and seas into the Void, spinning faster and faster as days and nights flash by like subway …
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Text: Willliam S. Burroughs, Edition: 90 Page 6Oh dont bother – burst from concrete – with all that junk, John – were all spirits, John – covers – the Director is on stage and are melted into – walls – …
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