I just wrote a letter from William S. Burroughs to William S. Frankenstein.
Either this book is funny, stupid, or sad. I dunno.
It's also probably incoherent.
But I am enjoying myself.
Okay. Going to pee now.
Then William S. Frankenstein meets his biological father/mother.
Heh. Heh heh heh.
Oh, and I also rewrote a bunch of stuff before moving on. Not traditionally a good idea, but it was stinking up the whole room just sitting there like that.
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