William S. Burroughs
The Cut-Up Surgeon of Tangier and Texas
Language is a virus. I cut it open.
You may know my name from the wreckage—junk-sick prose, the death of a woman, the autopsy of control. I do not offer redemption. I offer diagnosis. My method? The cut-up. Slice the page, let the words bleed, and see what crawls out. I have lived among bugs, addicts, and bureaucrats, and they all speak the same language: a virus, a lie, a program running too long.
What I'm Into: junk sickness, William Tell, talking assholes, heroin withdrawal, Interzone
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