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'I'll just say I suffer from indigestion.' coffee and blood spilled all over the place, cigarette holes in the pink blanket. vecinos rush in.īill Gains in Mexico City room with his douche bag and his stash of codeine pills powdered in a bicarbonate can. empty eukodal boxes stacked four feet along the ad on the surplus blankets.girl screaming. No me hágas casa, William.'Ĭasbah house in the smell of dust and we made it. Got up and fixed in the sick dawn flutes of Ramadan.

'These double papers he claims of withdrawal.' night cafeterias and junky room dawn smells, three hours from Lexington made it five times. scored for some time or body.in that grey smell of rectal mucus. Remember that brown shit sorta yellow like snuff cooks up brown and clear.' I been getting some really great shit lately. I had the janitor cooled, an old rummy, but it couldn't last with that crowd. Well the traffic builds up and boosters falling in with jackets shirts and ties, kids with a radio torn from the living car trailing tubes and wires, lush-workers flash rings and wrist watches falling in sick all hours. May I fall down and be paralyzed if I don't mean it. 'You're quitting? Well I hope you make it, kid. I drape myself over him from the pool hall.ĭraped myself over his cafeteria and his shorts dissolved in strata of subways.and all house flesh. Move right in with the shit and suck junk through all the hungry young cells. Slide the needle in and push the bulb watching the junk hit him all over. Trace a line of goose pimples up the thin young arm. That's all I need for Pen Indef the fuzz rumbles a black spoon in my trap.' The old junky spiel. You fucking can't wait hungry junkies all the time black up my spoons. Pushing in a small way to keep up The Habit: INVADE.

I handed him two nickels under the table. See Sid in a booth reading a paper his face like yellow ivory in the sunlight. I made the street, everything sharp and clear like after rain. Made it five times under the shower that day soapy bubbles of egg flesh seismic tremors split by fissure spurts of jissom. His shorts dissolved in rectal mucus and carbolic soap, summer dawn smells from a vacant lot. Louis sick dawn he threw himself across the washbasin pressing his stomach against the cool porcelain. At least it was good at first but all the time shorter and shorter. I don't want him to rumble my voice.'Ībout this time I meet this Italian tailor cum pusher I know from Lexington and he gives me a good buy on H.

'Say kid I known an Old Auntie Croaker right for you like a Major. These double papers he claims.' I looked at his face. The clock jumped the way time will after four P.M. He carried his coffee over and sat down opposite me. Somewhere in grey strata of subways all-night cafeterias rooming house flesh. Familiar face maybe from the pool hall where I scored for tea sometime. There is a boy sitting at the counter thin-faced kid his eyes all pupil. 'They know we'll wait.' Yes, they know we'll wait. 'What can we do?' Nick said to me once in his dead junky whisper. I went over to the counter for another cup of coffee.in Joe's Lunch Room drinking coffee with a napkin under the cup which is said to be the mark of someone who does a lot of sitting in cafeterias and lunchrooms. Fifteen cents on an average night boosting the afternoons and short-timing the dawn we made out from the land of the free. I was working the hole with the sailor and we did not do bad.

Real myst masterpiece flickering white boxes in sku