interzone
grendel
a
far
off
place
the
centipedes
await
000811
...
typhoid
hehe
.
i'm
gettin
there
...
000812
...
typhoid
starin
at
my
shoe
for
eight
hours
straight
.
but
let's
get
this
straight
.
i'm
just
readin
the
book
...
the
mood
permeates
out
through
it
.
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...
birdmad
in
burrough's
books
,
it
was
a
port
city
in
some
place
like
morocco
in
my
dreams
,
my
deaths
,
and
my
hallucinations
it
is
the
place
where
our
dreams
bleed
into
, transpose
and
overlap
into
this
world
the
results
are
not
always
pretty
i've
been
there
many
times
since
i
was
a
child
these
sleeping
jags
of
late
have
been
unprecedented
i
had
a
bar
-room brawl
with
that
version
of
myself
that
i
have
since
buried
,
the
ne'er-do-well,
the
reckless
youth
he
mostly
kicked
my
ass
,
but
where
i
am
somewhat
dilapidated compared
to
what
i
was
back
then
,
i
am
wily
with
the
extra
decade
behind
me
although
in
the
dreamstate
i
got
broken
glass
in
my
knuckles
for
my
troubles
when
all
was
said
and
done
and
when
i
awoke
my
hands
were
sore
and
there
was
a
small
nick
bleeding
on
the
back
of
my
hand
020616
...
birdmad
every
night
the
dream's
the
same
020722
...
wingedSerpent
i
wrote
the
longer
blathe
13
days
before
my
prolonged
sleeping
jags
were
exposed
as
side
effects
of
my
suddenly
toxic
blood
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