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Tag Archives: drugs
Book Review: Naked Lunch: The Restored Text by William S. Burroughs
Sanguine poetry dressed in the sex and suffering of addiction. That’s how I wish I could describe Naked Lunch. Addiction is horrifying. Worse than any disease, more debilitating than any ordinary suffering, it is the surrender of one’s identity to … Continue reading
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Tagged addiction, allen ginsberg, beat generation, beatnik, classics, drugs, essays, heroin, homosexuality, jack kerouac, Naked Lunch, obscenity, William S. Burroughs
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The Story of Red Bull Jones
When his parents signed the papers to have him be a corporately sponsored citizen, they saw it only as a means of guaranteeing their child a life free from the burden of financial ruin. That was twenty seven years ago, … Continue reading
Posted in Creative Fiction, fiction
Tagged A novel someday, alcohol, corporate, corporate sponsorship, cyberpunk, drugs, dystopia, futurism, plutocracy, red bull, taser, techno-dystopia, you will miss the bees
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A World Without Logos
The older he got the more he realized that sobriety was a condition he was growing increasingly allergic to. He would have attacks. Pangs of panic as his face flushed red with an anxiety that was a distant as the … Continue reading
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Tagged addiction, alcohol, anxiety, drugs, fear, learning to smile, Life, Love, potions, reality, self-medication, sobriety, world
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A Reintroduction of Red
The around him swam in ocean of cannibalistic color, shapes bending breaking like liquid thought, unbreakable steel world around him no longer so. It was his, this small peace he’d found and placed under his skin. He could feel his … Continue reading
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Tagged A novel someday, bought and sold, chemikal, Daddy issues, drugs, dystopia, fiction, Memory, narcotics, Red Boar Jones
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