One Month Excerpt
by Jon Lemon / DADAjunk

THE SOFT MACHINE/and the stroboscopic
dreamachine. "And we sort of took the plans of both,
cut them both up and combined them together, and
the soft machine was the clever entity that turned up."
- 4 -
Three WARNINGS: another joke?
WARNING: gluten helmets can seriously damage
your frost head, emotionally. this machine not
suitable for those prone to liquid fits. Always wash
buyers rectally.
WARNING: historian neck can seriously damage
your operative instantly. this news sadly unsuitable
for those prone to labyrinths fits. Always wash
lesbians sickly.
WARNING: body workshops can seriously damage
your hyper tongue. this spasm not suitable for those
prone to roofs fits. Always wash path wondrously.
"And we sort of combined the two."
No one is quite sure what the Translator was. Some
say it was an elaborate hoax, or joke, spread by
Burroughs. "A computerlike thing, but liquid and
organic, that rearranged anything that you fed into it."
There were even times when Burroughs claimed
that the Translator was responsible for all of his
output. "It did the lot," said Burroughs to Milton
Keynes, on BBC Live. I just fed in the "starting
points," bits of meat, as it were, and it did all the rest.
It was brilliant, blinking and bleeping away, I can
even remember the first paragraph it produced...
And Porno gynecologist, meticulous, multi-coloured
Leary, in Hitler fall out shelter, in short shirt sleve with
swastika badge collectables, circles in perfect
replica inside his eternal love umbrella... to beatle
sound track of...
love drabness me do, you know i drabness you... to
stones sound track of... i wanna be your vinyl
diplomat, i wanna be your vinyl cat...
There was no cut-up, said T, that was just a cover
up. It was all just this terrible thing that he kept in his
basement. Vile fleshy excrement. That was the
monstrocity that turned out those abominations.
- 5 -.Naked Lunch was it's first doings. And the smell.
The smell and the terrible noise. I complained.
Sounded like some sort of out of control bondage
party. It was all hellish. But he loved it.
After all, and as the man said, there's only the Word,
and the Word is you. And so, if you change the
Word, you change you.
"Literature," said Tony. "We are all just literature."