listen to my last words anywhere. listen all you boards, governments, syndicates, nations of the world. and you powers behind what filth deals consummated in what lavatory to take what is not yours. to sell out your sons forever, to sell the ground from unborn feet forever.i bear no sick words, junk words, love words, forgive words from jesus. i have not come to explain or tidy up. what am i doing over here with the workers, with gooks, the apes, the dogs, the errand boys, the human animals? why don't i come over with the board and drink coca-cola or make it? explain how the blood and bones and brains of 100 million, more or less, gooks went down the drain in green piss so you on the board could use bodies and minds and souls that were not yours, and never will be yours. you have the wrong name and the wrong number, mr.luce getty lee rockefeller. don't let them see us. don't tell them what we are doing. not the cancer deal with the venusians, not the green deal. don't let that out disaster, unimaginable disaster. crab men, tapeworms, intestinal parasites like burroughs, that proud american name. proud of what exactly?would you like to see exactly what burroughs has to be proud of? the mayan caper, the centipede hype, the short time racket, the heavy metal gimmick. all right, mr. burroughs, who bears my name and my words bear it all the way for all to see. in times square, in piccadilly . play it all, play it all, play it all back. pay it all, pay it all, pay it all back. no, no, no. premature, premature, premature. are these the words of the all powerful boards and syndicates of the earth? i say to all: these words are not premature. these words may be too late.