A story of carrier pigeons, turkeys, wolves, and coyotes. Then epilepsy and sweat, excrement and sperm. Internal consumption by a mutant centipede, larvae, eggs. The police are the real criminals. Psychopath killer. A decomposed pusher. Death among the pinwheels.

Seven short stories by the great William Seward Burroughs. Seven of his crazy, schizoid, and "drugged" visions of reality.

The father of the beat generation uses the excessive, the scandalous, the paradoxical to strike at religion, power, politics, political bodies, and health. He spits on everything, embraces drugs.

He unites and frees: epic, horror, science fiction. Splatter delusions, thrash, pulp, comedy, violence, absurdity, delirium.

He talks about drugs, a central theme in his works. His addiction is less alienating than being addicted to sex, television, work, fashion.

Seven visions: Thanksgiving Day, Jerry and the Stock Broker, For a Dead Guy, A Fetid Dead End, The Fucked Bastards, Book of Shadows, Where Was It Going.

In this collection you can feel the alienated spirit, outlined by seven stories, who knows how much thought out and written and in which psychic delirium.

All in twenty pages.

"All my work is aimed against those who are intent, through stupidity or by design, on blowing up the planet or making it uninhabitable." William Seward Burroughs (1914-1997)

Tracklist

01   'I Can Feel the Heat Closing In...' (24:22)

02   Benway (16:30)

03   The Black Meat (05:21)

04   Hospita (05:17)

05   Hassan's Rumpus Room (07:32)

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 "This is undoubtedly the most depraved work in all the literature concerning the Beat Generation."

 "Just one piece of advice before you venture... keep repeating to yourself: 'it's all fake, it's all fake, it's all fake...'"