It's all too much and not enough at the same time.
Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.
You guys are going somewhere or just going?
Man, wow, there's so many things to do, so many things to write! How to even begin to get it all down and without modified restraints and all hung-up on like literary inhibitions and grammatical fears.
Burroughs is the greatest satirical writer since Jonathan Swift.
ah, you always go for the ones who don't really want you