The Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs although I use the term reading loosely. I'm recognising words and forming random mental images, one of such has manifest above. I first discovered the following passage from the book whilst listening to the Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy album "Spare Ass Annie & Other Stories" featuring Uncle Bill reading from his own texts. You should give it a listen sometime...
"Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His
whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It
was unlike anything I ever heard.
This ass talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down
there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow
and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you have to do is turn
loose? Well this talking hit you right down there, a bubbly, thick
stagnant sound, a sound you could smell.
This man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was like
a novelty ventriloquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number
he called “The Better ‘Ole” that was a scream, I tell you. I forget
most of it but it was clever. Like, “Oh I say, are you still down there,
“Nah I had to go relieve myself."
After a while the ass start talking on its own. He would go in
without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags
back at him every time.
Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in-curving 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 equal rights. It would
get drunk, too, and have crying jags nobody loved it and 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 and the asshole said to him: “It’s you who will shut up in the
end. Not me. Because we dont need you around here any more. I can talk
and eat and shit.”
After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly
like a tadpole’s tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the
scientists call un-D.T., Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into
any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and
the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly and grow
there, grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell. So finally his mouth
sealed over, and the whole head would have have amputated spontaneous —
(did you know there is a condition occurs in parts of Africa and only
among Negroes where the little toe amputates spontaneously?) — except
for the eyes you dig. Thats one thing the asshole couldn’t
do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and
infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldn’t give orders any more. It
was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while you could see the
silent, helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally
the brain must have died, because the eyes went out, and there was no more feeling in them than a crab’s eyes on the end of a stalk."