-=: A story from the movie _Naked Lunch_ :=-
Did I ever tell you the one about the man who taught his asshole to talk?
His whole abdomen would move up and down, ya dig; farting out the words.
It was unlike anything I had ever heard; bubbly, thick, stagnant sound.
A sound you could smell. This man worked for the carnival, in a gig that to
start with was like a novelty ventriliquist act. After awhile the ass
started talking on it's own and he would go in with out anything prepared, and
his ass would adlib and toss the gags back at him every time. Then it developed
sort of teeth-like little raspy in-curving hooks and started eating. He thought
this was cute at first, and built an act around it, but the asshole would eat
it's way through his pants, and start talking on the street; shouting out
it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk too and have crying jags; nobody
loved it and it wanted to be kissed same as any other mouth. Finally, it
talked out all the time, day and night. You could hear him for blocks;
screaming at it to sut up, beating it with his fists, and sticking candles
up it. Nothing did any good, and the asshole said to him, "It is you who will
shut up in the end, not me 'cause