the Corpse of Burroughs and those Other Living Parasitic Ghouls Hung Around His Dirty Shirt Collar like a NUMBING HANGOVER. He Tried and Couldn’t Mouthwash Their Dirty Taste Out of His Mouth with AMMONIA and BLEACH. WHATDAYA THINK THEY WERE GONNA DO? As an Epitaph, APOLOGIZE for THEIR DEATH TRIPS? I Told You so….