The Rotten brain (El cerebro carroñero).

Last year I wrote a text in Spanish about the drugs effects. And yesterday I translated it into English and I'm not satisfied at all. English is not my first language, as you may understand, so I need your help to correct or modify things you think in order to get a better translation. I used urban dictionary for some words, but I don't know if they are used in the correct sense. You may also notice that it was loosely inspired in Burrough's The Naked Lunch. So here you are:


Buggers, fudgepackers, hustlers, queers, poofters, batty boys, benders, poofs, corn holers, shirtlifters, hookers, sodomites… Shit! Where the hell's my habit? Meanwhile, a I-don't-know-if-those-afro-niggers-are-Americans-but-they-are fearfully-afro-niggers gang, Chicano, Cubans, Frenchs, all them caked in make-up and in vinyl shoes, leather boots, pencil skirt, low-cut blouses and pink, purple and yellow ribbons with flowers in their heads, all of them are sucking Hassan’s dick, an Arabic sad-sack of shit; you know, authentic poofs. And semen’s shot from the most inside of their cocks and exploded in their open mouths, and the milk slips through their lips dropping through the chin. – I want a shot, a line, a snort, a joint, or a fucking pebble… Whatever or I'll get rattling… Gosh! I don't know if I can't hold this. A turncoat dealer from Needle Park tries to push some moron pig in search for his last and long rush.

- Bammer? – And the turncoat dealer puts his big hand inside his pants and grabs his cock, drowned in its tight black leather pants. Dank, fella, dank. Come on. Dirty glasses, empty bottles of beer, full-butted ash trays, rinds of pipes, stinky clothes, lame turncoats, pigs... absolutely blind drunk, snorting, smashed out their brains, and fall panting, with their disfigured faces and hawk eyed… Godammit! Finally, they throw a fucking bloody party, an orgy of drugs, alcohol, emotions, and ultra sick sex, until they get into some mess and fall asleep. Pure addiction and satisfaction. The greatest vindication of orgiastic pleasure. The divine intoxication. The naked lunch.

 

Yes, it's a bit like Burroughs. Do you have a story line in mind?

 

Nope.. It was thought to have only this lenght... Now I'm tryin' to write longer stories, but I find no free time to do so...