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Fiel a Verdad
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Hi mlle,
Still no substance as to the merits of the book. You folks are so loath to back up your literary decrees. It's time for a little compliment to Perd, however. Perd, grrrl, you rock!
I did read about half the book and that's as much as I could stomach.
Here's another laff-fest, below, for Perd. 1) Note the author's brilliant denunciation, through Bateman's act, of all the things shoved down women's throats that occurs in our consumerist society.
Only a violent action in the reverse direction--yanking the veins up through the throat can properly evoke our disgust at what the Prada, Vuitton, et al. force upon women.
2)In Ellis turn of phrase, worthy of genius, hear the heart-rending protest against the rampant atrocities we see have to look at, daily (Russia, this week):
Literally, we endure melted eyes running down [our] face mixing with the tears
It's almost as if Ellis had a prescient vision here, of 9-11, where thousands melted, then turned to dark vapours. And our eyeballs literally exploded in utter surprise and horror at the falling towers.
J.
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Ellis: American Psycho:
I finally use a Bic lighter and hold it up to both [eye]sockets, making sure they stay open with my fingers, burning my thumb and pinkie in the process, until the eyeballs burst. While she's still conscious I roll her over, and spreading her ass cheeks, I nail a dildo that I've tied to a board deep into her rectum, using the nail gun.
Then, turning her over again, her body weak with fear, I cut all the flesh off around her mouth and using the power drill with a detachable, massive head I widen that hole while she shakes, protesting, and once I'm satisfied with the size of the hole I've created, her mouth open as wide as possible, a reddish-black tunnel of twisted tongue and loosened teeth, I force my hand down, deep into her throat, until it disappears up to my wrist--all the while her head shakes uncontrollably, but she can't bit down since the power drill ripped the teeth out of her gums
--and grab at the veins lodged there like tubes and I loosen them with my fingers and when I've gotten a good grip on them violently yank them out through her open mouth, pulling until the neck caves in, disappears, the skin tightens and splits though there's little blood.
Most of the neck's innards, including the jugular, hang out of her mouth and her whole body starts twitching, like a roach on its back, shaking spasmodically, her melted eyes running down her face mixing with the tears and Mace, and then quickly, not wanting to waste time, I turn off the lights and in the dark before she dies I rip open her stomach with my bare hands.... p.305
Still no substance as to the merits of the book. You folks are so loath to back up your literary decrees. It's time for a little compliment to Perd, however. Perd, grrrl, you rock!
I did read about half the book and that's as much as I could stomach.
Here's another laff-fest, below, for Perd. 1) Note the author's brilliant denunciation, through Bateman's act, of all the things shoved down women's throats that occurs in our consumerist society.
Only a violent action in the reverse direction--yanking the veins up through the throat can properly evoke our disgust at what the Prada, Vuitton, et al. force upon women.
2)In Ellis turn of phrase, worthy of genius, hear the heart-rending protest against the rampant atrocities we see have to look at, daily (Russia, this week):
Literally, we endure melted eyes running down [our] face
It's almost as if Ellis had a prescient vision here, of 9-11, where thousands melted, then turned to dark vapours. And our eyeballs literally exploded in utter surprise and horror at the falling towers.
J.
------------
Ellis: American Psycho:
I finally use a Bic lighter and hold it up to both [eye]sockets, making sure they stay open with my fingers, burning my thumb and pinkie in the process, until the eyeballs burst. While she's still conscious I roll her over, and spreading her ass cheeks, I nail a dildo that I've tied to a board deep into her rectum, using the nail gun.
Then, turning her over again, her body weak with fear, I cut all the flesh off around her mouth and using the power drill with a detachable, massive head I widen that hole while she shakes, protesting, and once I'm satisfied with the size of the hole I've created, her mouth open as wide as possible, a reddish-black tunnel of twisted tongue and loosened teeth, I force my hand down, deep into her throat, until it disappears up to my wrist--all the while her head shakes uncontrollably, but she can't bit down since the power drill ripped the teeth out of her gums
--and grab at the veins lodged there like tubes and I loosen them with my fingers and when I've gotten a good grip on them violently yank them out through her open mouth, pulling until the neck caves in, disappears, the skin tightens and splits though there's little blood.
Most of the neck's innards, including the jugular, hang out of her mouth and her whole body starts twitching, like a roach on its back, shaking spasmodically, her melted eyes running down her face mixing with the tears and Mace, and then quickly, not wanting to waste time, I turn off the lights and in the dark before she dies I rip open her stomach with my bare hands.... p.305
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