Rock Star Suck-Off
Part 2 of the Ballad of JC Hibbing
Midday, June 05, 1967
Middle Earth Club, London, England
Except for the false eyes and teeth, it looks just like Naked Lunch novelist William S. Burroughs — no surprise considering the fact that Burroughs summoned the thing into our dimension in the first place. Daddy Burroughs: sire of the insectian demon-spawn that now hold a rather sizable stake in the war for reality, may his contributions to global consciousness be forever remembered.
To that old junkie’s credit, he did try to warn us. It’s right there loud and clear in his books if you look for it.
Too little, too late, though, Old Bull Lee. Take pride, though, old man, no writer besides Lovecraft has had more impact on this little war, for better or for worse.
Plus, for what it’s worth, I’m betting on the Burroughs Boys winning, Will. That’s why I do the job I do. I had my pick of employers.
The thing that looks like Burroughs sits in its booth in the Middle Earth Club pretending to smoke a cigarette —…
