A review by in_praise_of_idlenesss
The Place Of Dead Roads by William S. Burroughs

4.0

anal mucus smells like a polecat or carrion but i use it to lube up my intricate gun talk i can barely register as real words w meaning. but that’s just how it is in the wild-west/outerspace/pareetangier, we wash ourselves down with carbolic soap just like anyone else. i might sound a bit paranoid and deranged but i just fucking hate the rich i swear.