It Cuts Deep like a Writing Technique: The Spiral

It was us in a car accident and our brain when the real spinning stops—our damage afterward. It was our special big spinny messes—neither of us were better. I reached out like the way a mind keeps spinning—always spinning together. One day some people said cured. They said I was better even though you still can see us now— spinning without me. I got better—I was brain damage that spun us in circles in my stationary world. I’m still there once every 360 degrees. I tried to stop you and clutching, left you wondering. Bodies and spooning, I would have held us together for a lifetime. But you had spun so our minds could stay to spin and eventually you spun away from me. I stopped spinning—wondering what to still.

The Spiral

It was us in a car accident and our brain damage afterward. It was our special brain damage that spun us in circles. Like the way a mind keeps spinning when the real spinning stops. But our bodies spun so our minds could stay still. We were big spinny messes, but always spinning together. One day I stopped spinning. Some people said I got better, that I was cured. They said I was better even though you were still spinning without me. I can see us now—together once every 360 degrees. Neither of us were better. I reached out to you. I tried to stop you and clutching and spooning I would have held us together for a lifetime. But you had to spin and eventually you spun away from me. You left me wondering what to do in my stationary world. I’m still there, still wondering.

Adapting to the Fantastic World - This is the Ultimate.

The Ticket that Exploded is an agonizingly difficult book to read or follow. That being said, it is full of inspiring ways to think about the world. The notion of virus and the levels of reality that theme operate on is astounding. "Infectious Laughter" is a post in response to that. It goes nowhere near the mental backflips required to understand the things Burroughs is trying to tell us. The "Word" and "Nova crimes" are still beyond my grasp. But, I was impressed by the assertion that sex is nothing more than "two bodies trying to occupy the same three dimensional space simultaneously". If not on a metaphysical realm then at least understandable in a literal sense. The erotic thrill of being deep inside someone is the core erotiscm of spicing bodies, image and sound, together. How much deeper can you get than occupying the same place. Yeah baby, it's in. Is it all the way in, baby?
But come on, Burroughs! Where are the women!? All this rectal mucus is getting a bit much. What's wrong with a good old fashion vagina (vag, beaver, cunt, whatever!)?

Infectious Laughter N+7 Redux

The viscosity incubates in the marsh of the humming bird and is activated by laureate. Initial synchronizations reported as a 'funny felicity' followed by a fiver. Death by aspirin. The scrap sweeps the gloom -grab bags hysterical, comers tried for wardrobes, classified advertisements put to death mask. Suspension bridges left in stockbrokers. Only socks completely lacking a sensorium of humus survive. North Vietnam, Samuel L Jackson, and the entire mustache worm thrive.

Infectious Laughter

The virus incubates in the marrow of the humerus bone and is activated by laughter. Initial symptom reported as a 'funny feeling' followed by fits. Death by asphyxiation. The scourge sweeps the globe -governments hysterical, comedians tried for war crimes, class clowns put to death. Survivors left in stitches. Only societies completely lacking a sense of humor survive. North Korea, Samuel L Jackson, and the entire Muslim world thrive.