Pushing weed looks good on paper, like fur farming or raising frogs. - William S. Burroughs
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Pushing weed looks good on paper, like fur farming or raising frogs.
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William S. Burroughs
William Seward Burroughs II (5 February 1914 – 2 August 1997), more commonly known as William S. Burroughs, was an American novelist, essayist, social critic, painter and spoken word performer. Much of Burroughs' work is semi-autobiographical, drawn from his experiences as an opiate addict, a condition that marked the last fifty years of his life. He was a central member of the Beat Generation and an avant-garde author who influenced popular culture as well as literature. In 1984 he was elected to the American Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters.
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Willy a William Lee
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William Burroughs
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Portrait from Wikimedia Commons. Credit: Revista Panorama Número 297 de Enero, 1973.. Used under Public domain / CC0. Processed and styled by Quotewise.
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