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September 16, 2006

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jared lien
I love it and I hate it. For one reason. You’re right. You’re right. But we’re so wrong. We’re always so wrong. My response? An excerpt of Burroughs’ “Ah Pook The Destroyer.” “Hiroshima 1945 August 6th, 16 minutes past 8 a.m. Who really gave that order? Answer: Control. The ugly American, the instrument of control. Question: If Control’s control is absolute why does Control need to control? Answer: Control needs time. Question: Is Control controlled by its need to control? Answer: Yes. Question: Why does Control need humans, as you call them? Wait, wait. Time is a landing field. Death needs time like a junkie needs junk. And what does Death need time for? The answer is so simple! Death needs time for what it kills to grow in for Ah Pook's sake. Death needs time for what it kills to grow in for Ah Pook’s sweet sake you stupid vulgar greedy ugly American death sucker. Death needs time for what it kills to grow in for Ah Pook’s sweet sake you stupid vulgar greedy ugly American death sucker! Like this, Brian Gysin had the all-purpose nuclear bedtime story. The all-purpose bedtime story in fact: Some trillions of years ago a sloppy dirty giant flicked grease from dingers. One of those gobs of grease is our universe on its way to the floor. SPLAT!” Can you be in love with a ghost? Yes. Yes, yes, yes I am.

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