"Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy incurving hooks and started eating. He thought this was cute at first and built an act around it, but the asshole would eat its way through his pants and start talking on the street, shouting out it wanted to be kissed same as any other mouth. Finally it talked all the time day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it, but nothing did any good in the end and the asshole said to him: 'It's you who will shut up in the end. Not me. Because we don't need you here any more. I can talk and eat and shit.'"
- William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch
