'The words curled out his mouth and hung visible in the air like vine tendrils - I felt a strange vertigo which I recognized as the motion sickness of time travel'
- William Burroughs, The Soft Machine
keywords: William Burroughs > The Soft Machine > The Mayan Caper > digital art > dig it all art > you come with me, Meester > we are here to go > stop making sense > inexorably as the machine had controlled thought feeling and sensory impressions of the workers, the machine now gave the order to dismantle itself and kill the priests...................................................................................................................................
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