Chapter 10
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Tandem Writing
But Lully possesed a much more quality than that: Lully was a Bisexual Homophobic lesbian Hermaphroodite who lived in a cave during her off seasons of working street corners and turning tricks for her customers. One night, she raked in over $100 and that was on a good night! She was most famous for the "disappearing hooker" trick where she'd take a john to her apartment, get him liquored up and to him she'd say, "Now you see me..." and with his wallet, she'd then say, "now ya don't". She was good at scamming johns. She went as far as ripping off one of her female johns (a jonah), extorting hundreds from them! Ah but what a clever wench she was. | |
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(She was never sure just where, when or through what sticky, intimate means she had contracted the dreaded Imitatus Burroughsius contagion, but -- much like her younger sister's herpes -- the virus was controllable only to the extent that Lully could control her own stress. Otherwise -- at times such as now, with her grandmother's fiery scimitar still raised over Lully's neck, dawn only three hours away and the problem of her wedding-night still unsolved -- the disease would gain footholds in the foothills of her neural networks, and suddenly she would find herself inexplicably referring to everyone as a "dick," a "mark," a "trick" or a "john" and seeing the world as a sinister and endless and endlessly gritty food-chain of petty criminals, corrupt cops and corrupter politicians, and triple-agent homosexual aliens come to twist terrestial affairs to their own untranslateably bizarre ends while buggering prepubescent Algerian street-boys by the hundred then brain-felching them through their nasal passages... This was the dreaded William S. Burroughs Manquee Syndrome, and there was only one antidote for its horrible, cranky symptoms. She clenched her eyes shut in pain, threw her head back and -- to the utter bafflement and disbelief of her grandmother (who thus was finally moved to lower the gleaming scimitar to the night-cool flagstones) -- and -- slightly off-key, which made it that much worse for her demon, the homuncular inner WSB -- Lully began singing Carole King's Tapestry album in it's entirety, beginning with Side One, Song One: "I feel the EARTH MOVE UNder my FEET I feel the SKY TUM-buh-lindown A-TUM-buh-lin down..." And so on. Her grandmother dropped the sword (its ringing conjunction with the ancient stone floor unheard by anyone), pressed her withered hands over her ears, and squeezed hard. Down the corridor, the servants began to twist and turn in their bedding, their previously clement dreams having suddenly been invaded by hordes of pretentious, eager-beaver Tin Pan Alley demimondaines scattering sheaves of unpublished songs behind themselves like dandruff and proclaiming, in tony grating New York or Long Island accents, with mantralike repetition, and despite all evidence to the contrary, "I'm a genius... A genius, I tell ya.. Listen, I'm gonna play you a sawng..." And unfortunately, they found their dreams filled with all too many available pianos, too, the dreaming servants could not refuse them...) |
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