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10 September 09

Robot Naked Lunch

When I Was Cool: My Life at the Jack Kerouac School, Sam Kashner, p. 130:

We waited on line at a health food store called Workingman’s Dead. It was run by fans of the Grateful Dead, and the album Workingman’s Dead was always playing on the record player. I had brought William Burroughs here the day before. Burroughs stood on line for a minute, looking over the sandwiches being prepared for customers holding their plastic trays. Burroughs said he couldn’t possibly eat any of the food.
‘I hate sprouts,’ he snarled. ‘They put them on everything they serve. Eating sprouts is like going down on a robot.’
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