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Jack and Jill
As written by William S Burroughs Jack lie in day three withdrawal shiver sick cook up last hit strain through cotton into eyedropper while Jill watch with unblinking insect eyes drawn to his slow moves by algebra of need. He inspect his arm, shoot up in the same old spot and his eyes light up like christmas. "Gotta get the fix in," he say to Jill, who nod once and get the bucket. They make it up the Hill to wait for the man. Jack on the nod, asleep standing up like a horse except he being without the requisite four legs fall ass over and fetch up against a rock at the bottom. Didn't feel a thing. Jill stare down at him and mutter "Goddamn junky. Got no class to him." |
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