Some ramblings I scribbled last night:
Marty / Bill
Okay --
Given what I'm watching, this would be funny, right? Back to the Future somehow intersects with Naked Lunch.
Can you imagine? Marty McFly attempts to make his way through the sordid sexual & social world of the Interzone?
Too cool, daddy-o.
And would he start shooting up junk? Such decadence is out of the question for a nice middle-class boy, isn't it?
OR IS IT.
Is Martin Vesuvius McFly in truth a junky, just waiting for the next fix provided to him by the congenial yet wired DOC Emmit Brown?
God only knows what DOC has been cooking up in his underground labs and allowing Marty to test, with a pinprick of the needle and the slow ice feeling of fluid in the vein.
And Bill Burroughs -- who knows that he didn't want to ride a hoverboard?
HE'S FROM SAINT LOUIS!
People do nice and decent things there. After all, what is depravity without sufficient moralistic foundations? People have state-sanctioned postmarital sex there, and kneel at church like upstanding citizens and bite a nice big bite into a crisp autumn apple --
The same apple that
Interzone
Would have corrupted
But instead here
Is good / pure / true
Love.