CARRY ON INTERZONE
Ahem. The joke in this (very short) piece is that both William S Burroughs' Naked Lunch and the Carry On films were written in the same era and are obsessed with sex, but have some very different approaches to the thing. Naked Lunch is openly, frankly obscene (it's often described as ‘seminal’, and there's certainly a hell of a lot of semen in it), while the Carry On films mince pruriently around the subject whilst continually alluding to it.
I just thought the contrast would be amusing, that's all.
CARRY ON INTERZONE
Dr Butts, his face creased with pain from his prolapsed asshole, takes another pinch of his special mescalin-coated snuff, and turns to the Reverend Dicks.
— Now, vicar, it would give me great pleasure if you'd let me examine your aura, he simpers, taking a reich box from a passing naked Arab slave boy.
— You want me to give you aural pleasure? the vicar barks jovially. Get stuffed! His scrotum-creased face opens up in a raw, red and filthy laugh as Butts purses his lips prudishly. The doctor's mouth looks like his asshole.
Butts bends over the vicar, the pain from his ass becoming more intense. He reacts in disbelief as the orgone readings from the reich box go right off the scale. Dicks's aura is immense. The man has more sexual energy than a troupe of semen-crusted choirboys high on thubithost, their jissom arching out across the nave towards each other. According to the reich box, Reverend Dicks is the Antichrist.
— My goodness, vicar, Butts purrs. — What an enormous orgone.
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