Colorful. Spastic. An ejaculate burst of prose. You don't need to know what "hallucinating" means, just sink your head in Burrough's words and let them get you high. Human mosaic. Hard cocks and pink tender asses. Junkies, hustlers, prostitutes. You can read this book from any page, really. It'll dazzle you, or piss you off, or make you giggle to luxurious death by satire from hell.