william-burroughs

I dreamt that I took William Burrough__ penis and tied it up with piano wire. I hung him like a Chagall painting_In the next part J.G. Ballard swam through streets of female urine. The girls read his book Crash and then mowed him down with their Volkswagen, crushing his chest slowly against a brick wall. As he screamed in agony larger than representation can accommodate, they referred to his text and had orgasms. Later, they jumped up and down yelling, __ou__e not a hero. You__e not a hero. You__e not. You__e not. You__e not._ ___ow do you analyze that part of the dream, Anna?___ guess I__ nervous about my birthday.

The study of thinking machines teaches us more about the brain than we can learn by introspective methods. Western man is externalizing himself in the form of gadgets.