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It is a special night and for this reason I ask you to open a concession stand for the freedom of speech from the black hole of wild boy's body swelling with fever pin-pricked in each pore nose running under pinned pupils a fine film as El Hombre Invisible purrs with feline satiation tips his fedora putting his jacket back on polishing the vest hubcap buttons of his three-piece suit perfectly streamlined to his dopplelganger physique the anatomy of a private eye the lens of a projector beams and I am ready to do the job conduct the interview with this writer who forever changed how we view this film that concerns a conspiracy to blow up a train carrying nerve gas from the west coast to the east coast where it is to be dumped into the Atlantic.
The conspiracy is not political.
Only one FBI man is alert to the danger and he cannot convince his superiors that a conspiracy exists.)
 
HT:
Mr. Burroughs, would you tell us something about the film that we are in, and how it makes this interview between us possible at the place of dead roads, how it activates Interzone at Nova Express in Little Jerusalem, with you in the world of the dead and I in the world of the living? (A young English intern comes out of the Nova Express bathroom, walks past our table, peeling off his white coat. "Just pumped enough Thorazine into her to sedate a rabid horse. Before she went under, she was screaming some rot about you swooped out of the sky like a Satanous vulture, carried off her sister and turned her into a rabbit.")
BURROUGHS:
The ghost of chance. Postulate a biologic film running from the beginning to the end, zero to zero as all biologic films run in any time universe-Call this film X1 and postulate further that there can only be one film with the quality X1 in any given time universe. X1 is the film and performers-X2 is the audience who are all trying to get into the film-Nobody is permitted to leave the biologic
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