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"She seized a safety pin caked with blood and rust, gouged a great hole in her leg which seemed to hang open like an obscene, festering mouth waiting for unspeakable congress with a dropper which she now plunged out of sight into the gaping wound but her hideous galvanized need (hunger of insects in dry places) has broken the dropper off deep in the flesh of her ravaged thigh (looking rather like a poster on soil erosion). But what does she care? She does not even bother to remove the splintered glass, looking down at her bloody haunch with the cold blank eyes of a meat trader. What should she care for the atom bomb, bed bugs, the cancer rent, Friendly Finance waiting to repossess her delinquent flesh... Sweet dreams, Pantopon Rose."
- Burroughs
- Burroughs