I project myself out through the glasses and across the street, a ghost in the morning sunlight, torn with disembodied lust.


Naked Lunch: The Restored Text (ed. 2007)


I project myself out through the glasses and across the street, a ghost in the morning sunlight, torn with disembodied lust.

I project myself out through the glasses and across the street, a ghost in the morning sunlight, torn with disembodied lust.

I project myself out through the glasses and across the street, a ghost in the morning sunlight, torn with disembodied lust.

I project myself out through the glasses and across the street, a ghost in the morning sunlight, torn with disembodied lust.