Love is a Three-Letter Word

Have you been getting these William Burroughs Cutup Method spam emails lately? They generally come from .ru addresses and have subject lines like "4ZG" and "OVV." In case you haven't, I've been collecting them for your enjoyment:

"PB" by Randall Sherman

only miracles did happen, some voice said inside, and he repressed the voice
"That was just a sample. Get up, what are you loafing around for?"
He fell face down into the grass, and it turned into dust under his

"498" by Kris Wilkes

"Hello," I said. "You called for me?" Willy looked right through me,
except that we are put into this world to eat, to stay alive as long as we
well, we only die once. He sure is a funny guy, honest to God.
without a single flap of wing from sand to cloud and down again.

"8HH" by Terri Masters

it's so dark you can't even see your own hands.
Strugatskys' deft and supple handling of loyalty and greed, of friendship
my empty was right there, two steps from the canisters. I should have stolen
second language before being rendered from that into English, a process in

"H1" by Harlan Talbot

know better than to believe Father about you being friends. And
the past some sweet mirage, a feeling of tenderness or cheerfulness. He
Every step raised a cloud of white dust, and the dust settled on his

"4ZG" by Scottie Bond

well, we only die once. He sure is a funny guy, honest to God.
is more responsible than a gull who finds and follows a meaning, a higher
throw in that direction. But not straight ahead. Not for anything. So I
with the easy telepathy that these gulls used instead of screes and

"YS9" by Becky Neff

"Here," he said. "From a grateful humanity.
over the Council Beach and for the first time began pressing his students
leafing through it.
He couldn't be careful enough on that upstroke. Ten times he tried,

"OVV" by Leroy Polk

"Sam Douglas," he said dryly. "He died last year."
circle of students, looking curiously at Maynard. They didn't care whether
evening, all I had to do was throw off my lab suit and I could head for the
or fighting, or power in the Flock? A thousand lives, Jon, ten thousand!

"52H" by Chandra Pollock

The thought made me tongue-tied. And he kept staring at me intently,
That's the answer! What a fool I've been! All I need is a tiny little
without messing around.
dazzling clear skies... in the very times when every other gull stood on