Naked Lunch revisited

why cant you post one of your unpublished works from the genre you are famous for? I would love to read one of those classic shorts of yours but as yet unpublished - dont just publish and old bollocks though, esp if it involves pretending to be william rice burroughs or whatever edgar allen burrows or whoever the fuck wrote naked lunch!

just be you, stephen !

hahaha now I sound like that woman in one of your novels who captured that author - hahaha oh well !

 

Non-fiction

September 1967
Tobacco panic at Morningstar ranch. We got downers, belladonna, purple wedges, all kinds shit but no tobacco. No tobacco but long on black flies. So Dirtydog hitches into Sebastopol (Calif) and buys carton of Camels (unfiltered) and Giant Economy Size Raid Flying Insect killer, back to ranch and now has a corner on real currency for all these nicotine spastics. "You, Tracy, spray down the main house with Raid. Five cigarettes. Superman, sweep floors in main house, four cigarettes. No dead flies on floor and we want no live flies in the goddam air!" Goddam hippies give up money but they still mostly nicotine spastic addicts, that is their Jones not to be kicked. Hack and cough and inhale greatfully eyes going dead and fingers not shaking now.

That just some of them. Lou Gottlieb in his private house with his Steinway piano hour after hour thundering out Chopin and Beethoven, Rimsky and Korsakoff. Mystery in the kitchen showing off his long black cock to some admiring chicks. Elmer Fudd secluded in a garden shed at the other end of the orchard, growing god knows what in a little garden (turnips? rice?) and sporting blackboard and chalk around his neck -- will not speak for any reason, writes if he has to. And Superman convulsing on the floor at main house after eating a wad of belladonna, not recommended by even the serious stoners.

Black gangsters in from the city (San Francisco) making trouble, take over one house, white girl raped, gunshots at night, bullying people around until some white makes phone call, Gypsy Joker MC guys roar on in and roust the blacks at gunpoint. "Your ass: move it or lose it." And the blacks move it. "But we be back, count on that."

It looking like war there at the ranch so I talk to my friend Lynn, in from Berkeley and we head out to the beach, then down the coast to the Big Sur/Pfeiffer State Park looking for Henry Miller or Richard Brautigan or the Confederate General From Big Sur or even the silent taciturn zenjis at Tassajara Springs monastery who said "We're closed" and slammed the door, but it was Lynn's idea to go on in and bother them in spite of the big CLOSED sign at the front gate. So we went back to Berkeley for a couple of days and her parents threw me out (very nicely and politely) and I thumbed over to S.F. and bought some acid in Golden Gate Park and went flying very high, explaining the basics of differential calculus to some other stoners, evading the Thought Police, the Dream Police, the California Skyway Patrol, the Selective Service System, the Alameda County Sheriff, the NASA Police, the CIA, but now that we stoners are out there on cloud nine there is no longer any need to evade all these police because we stoned are on a DIFFERENT PLANE OF EXISTENCE where THEY CAN'T TOUCH US so no need to evade Patrolman Michael Duggs of the San Francisco Police Department who books me at Park Station when I don't leave Golden Gate Park as requested when park closes at midnight for disorderly conduct, "Being in a public place under the influence of an intoxicating beverage or any drug in such a way as not to be responsible for one's own safety or the safety of others."

Now in quiet well lit booking office "Empty your pockets and place contents on the counter" but I still have two hits of acid in pockets and don't want to eat them right now because I'm going down and already on acid stone and never been to jail and don't need the extra acid in my system right now so I drop them on the floor (which is gently waving) and they go BOUNCE, BOUNCE, BOUNCE you could here it three blocks down and the cop doesn't notice! The cop is doing his form thing, "Occupation?"
"Student," I say.
"Here's how I spell student. B-E-G-G-A-R."
And after a couple of hours in a quiet roomy but empty holding cell it's three of us into a wagon bound for Hall of Justice and after a while the wagon stops bouncing and pulls over, and we're sitting in there on the benches real innocent like, and they load this woman in with us, and she's going "Help, help! Don't put me in there with those men!" and I'm going like "It's cool, lady, we're just innocent stoners, not to worry" and now flying high all the way to San Francisco Hall of Justice, Sixth Floor, City Prison, which is another story...

"Your education begins in jail." -- Eldrich Cleaver

 

thats more like it ! you are getting back to the standard you set at the beiginning of your posting here.

stephen could you send me a signed copy of one of your famous books please and I will send you a signed copy of a photo of me in return !
I'm not very famous but I expect that if you wait a year or two until I am then the photo will be a valuable asset that you can sell if ever you fall on hard times again!

 

I'd be happy to do that, Ronald, if I were Stephen King. Unfortunately (for my bank account, anyway), I'm not. If you want to post your photo here at hipforums, I'm sure we'd all like to see it.
Dirtydog (aka David James Brown)

 

I think we should all respect Dirty Dog's anonymity. In all sincerity, there are too many loopy nutters in this forum (e.g. Professor Chaos) to go around yelling each other's names. So we must make an effort not to reveal any identities in here.

DD, I would like to see more of your work, don't worry too much about inhibitions. I think you have enough constructive criticism in this thread, particularly from Ron, to save the story, if you so wish. I prefer 'Heart In Atlantis', but I think it's better than 'From A Buick 8', which I wasn't too keen on.

Still I think your best to date has got to be 'The Shining'. I loved that book and it's still scary to this day. That scene with little Danny saying, "Red Rum" over and over! That was so creepy. You could write a sequel and have some little kid saying "Shergar".

Before that, however, see if you can get this Naked Lunch parody back on course. Good luck, old man.

 

wow white scorpion I never knew you looked like that in your sig - theres a bird with white scorpion painted right next to her arse.
How do you get away with wearin stuff like that -

 

It's summer, that's how! Hahahahaha! For $500 I'll show you my beaver. Now let Steph... I mean Dephen Ding get on with his story. He promised us some smut so we have to behave

 

Disclaimer: Bundy, the judge, and the names of his victims and girl friends, were real. Names of Florida State Corrections staff are fictitious, and details of their actions and/or feeling are fictitious. Nothing in this posting is meant to bring into disrepute the Florida State Department of Corrections or its fine staff.

Note: Since Florida Corrections is a real institution, the author decided not to pursue certain elements in a fictitious story line that might be libellous.

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6:06 AM
"We goin have a good time Ted" Florida State Corrections Officer Wilbur Keith say. "Just couple things we got to do. We got to shave yo head and we got to stuff cotton up ass. Goddam Yankee cops can't even keep a goddam Yankee killer from comin' down here killin' our womenfolk."
"No, Jesus, please Jesus, this isn't happening," Bundy say.

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"It sho as hell is happening right now Prisoner." Puts large towel around Bundy's shoulders and plugs in clippers. "You get real short haircut, shorter than Marine. We don't want no fire when you're strapped in the chair."
Bundy thought back to Stephanie Brooks and Meg Anders, the loves of his life. Maybe they'd save him. They knew what a good boy he really was (forgetting that Meg had helped the police find him during the 1975 investigation). And now this -- 1720 volts of direct current for a minute and a half.

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"Haircut done Boy. Yo drop yo pants and underwear. Yo drop them or we play catchup with yo teeth, then drop them fo you." Bundy drops them.
"Florida State Electric Chair, bo, it no joke. Yo ain't goin be laughin." Keith and an assistant stuff 16 cotton balls into Bundy's rectum. "Yo goin shit yoself when yo is dead, and we don't need no mess. They all shit themselves," he laughs.

6:50 AM
He weeping, praying, cell door open and four peace officers, "Let's go Ted" and to the right down the hall and through a door and right turn into a hallway, passing one entrance, then left through a door and into another room and there is the chair time accelerating now Bundy sweating sobbing this isn't happening people on the other side of a glass partitition giving him hard looks and Warden Hutchinson starting to read from a prepared statement and this person behind him is wearing a black hood as the guards push him into the chair and start fixing straps and removing his steel wrist and leg shackles

"Theodore Robert Bundy, by order of judge Edward Cowart, duly authorized by the State of Florida you are to be executed by administration of electricity for the murders of Kimberly Leach, Lisa Levy and Margaret Bowman. Do you have anything to say before sentence is carried out?"
"I'm so sorry about everything, everything."
"Executioner, please proceed."
7:06 AM
The young woman wearing the black hood throws switch 2000 volts push electrons through closed circuit right leg torso heart neck brain skull electrode body jerks executioner's hand strays between her legs, strokes clit at smell of hot meat Uranium Willy heavy metal kid smiling in next room awakens from nod as killer fries "It was tasty doctor but ya couldn't see the eyeballs melt they hadda leather mask on him with slit for nose" Bundy feels it for a second then all black all black frying flesh justice all black fade to victims all black he joining victims all black all over now baby blue

"Ted Bundy -- The Movie" now available on DVD video.

 

This is more like it my man. Chiller thriller with body parts. This is what the forum wants. We want more! We want more! Altogether now!

 

WS: I had a good fantasy bit going about the female executioner demanding the warden fuck her right in the Chair, and it gets weirder, but then I realized that I'm talking about a real institution run by real people with employees who might browse this forum and sue me. Yes, they would sue me, not my readers. So in order to go farther with this I would have to dream up a fictitious state with a capital punishment situation. I've learned the hard way that you have to be careful what you put out on the Internet.

 

its fuckin sick is what it is ! just how many psychiatrists have washed their hands of you ???

 

Ronald:​

Thank you. You are one of the few readers who realizes how sick I really am. We're in the same league, pal. Have to sign off now, the head nurse is coming.​

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I can show a skull on this forum, but I can't show a woman's ass. ​

 

Just change some names around a bit. I reckon they would be too happy with the free advertizing you would be giving them to sue you.

 

Setting: An anonymous prison with an execution chamber somewhere in U.S.
Dramatis Personae: Dead killer (anonymous), John Hutchinson, warden, Suzie Robbins, executioner.

"Good job, Suzie," John say. "You throw switch on that Yankee bastard like no other. Now we go to Motel 6, fuck."
"You fuck me, Johny?"
"Yeah, we go to Motel 6 baby."
"No Johnny, fuck in Chair!"
"Fuck you in Chair Suzie?" Kisses her, hands go to her belt and zipper, loosening the black slacks and pushing them down. Quickly she removes shoes and socks. Now she is nude from the waist down. She kneels on the electric chair, both hands on the back rest.
"Give it to me Johnny!"
"I fuck you in the ass bitch in the electric chair."
"No baby, not ass, you fuck ****, please!"
"Fuck you in the ass now."
"No Johnny! You got no Vaseline!"
Johnny thrusts the head of his cock against her anus, gently but firmly. "Push out bitch, it go in easier that way, little saliva, no problem. You take eight inch dick in ass now." With his bare foot he is standing on the B electrode. Suzy is grabbing the back rest of the chair, one hand on the A electrode.
The dead killer is lying face up on a gurney, right next to the executioner's circuit close switch. A hand moves slowly toward the switch.
"No Johnny, no fuck in ass, it hurt!"
"Shut up bitch, we fuck in Chair like you say, orgasm death like Sears Robuck. Don't grip cock like that bitch, you make me come too early, I empty balls into your tight ass bitch"
And the dead man's hand hits the switch, and the circuit closes. Orgasm death like you wouldn't believe.
"Fuck me

 

[EDIT] No comment.

 

This writing is a crock of shit with bells on it infact its a squit of dogshit on a pavement that has been trodden in and is stinking of illiteracy and is probably the work of an analy fixated gay attention whore !

 

WS: Thank you for not commenting. This is the best news I've had all day.

Incidentally, I will review "Beyond Fortress Europa". If it's worth reviewing, that is.

 

Totally Ignored

 

If Ronald finds out he's on my Ignore List, and I choose not to read his crap anymore, maybe he'll have the brains to stop posting on my thread. Somehow I doubt it. Site management hasn't banned him yet, maybe they don't report to work until Monday morning?

 

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