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the white bone. Home is the heroin home
from the sea and the hustler home from The
Bill. . . .
The Pitchman stirs uneasily: “Take over
here will you, kid? Gotta see a man about a
monkey.”
The Word is divided into units which be all
in one piece and should be so taken, but the
pieces can be had in any order being tied up
back and forth, in and out fore and aft like an
innaresting sex arrangement. This book spill
off the page in all directions, kaleidoscope of
vistas, medley of tunes and street noises,
farts and riot yipes and the slamming steel
shutters of commerce, screams of pain and
pathos and screams plain pathic, copulating
cats and outraged squawk of the displaced
bull head, prophetic mutterings of brujo in
nutmeg trances, snapping necks and scream-
ing mandrakes, sigh of orgasm, heroin silent
as dawn in the thirsty cells, Radio Cairo
screaming like a berserk tobacco auction,
632/1780