cut ups

[machinery]

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[machinery]

this is the cut up process. it's kind of neat. you should all try it. Burroughs used it alot to make his novels. It new semantics really.

there is a cut up machine you can download of my website.

tell me what you think

[Hannibal]

CUT UPS ARE COOL!
I still think the cut up machine is crazy..
but... cool.
Creative, THAT"S the word!