For those of you who have been paying attention, I spent some time in the South of France smoking weed and tripping out with an old lady with fiery red hair and a Dream Machine in her French Country House. Once I was at the place where reality was distinctly distorted she parked me upstairs in the guest bedroom where William S. Burroughs and Brion Gysin built a dream machine for her. The record it was playing was Burroughs voice talking about Hasan I Sabah and nothing is forbidden and everything is allowed and discussing control systems and the mechanisms of societal control.
I guess it locked in somewhere. A decade later I decided to write the missing biography of Hasan i Sabah. While I was writing it, Burroughs voice echoed in my brain.
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It’s my voice and I end up tying it to a lot of the other stuff I’ve built through the years.
