Burroughs and Kerouac locked in mortal combat, photographed by Allen Ginsberg, 1953
We are in an area of electric sex currents. Suddenly we get prickles in the crotch and then pictures start of what we are going to do like you are watching a picture of yourself doing it and you plop right into the screen with a delicious squeeze, Ali and Farja chasing and wrestling each other in and out of the film. ... [A]fter the evening meal Ali brings out his flute and we follow the music further and further out into the silence.
--The Wild Boys (1971) by William S. Burroughs, 1914-1997, born 97 years ago today