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litcream · a month ago
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Open the hood of a car and it will tell you something about the people who designed it, is just one of many phrases I’m tortured by.
American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis, Picador, 2000
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litcream · a month ago
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In the cab I’m wearing a double-breasted cashmere and wool overcoat by Studio 000.1 from Ferré, a wool suit with pleated trousers by DeRigueur from Schoeneman, a silk tie by Givenchy Gentleman, socks by Interwoven, shoes by Armani, reading the Wall Street Journal with my Ray-Ban sunglasses on and listening to a Walkman with a Bix Beiderbecke tape playing in it.
American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis, Picador, 2000
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litcream · a month ago
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There’s no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I’ve started drinking my own urine. I laugh spontaneously at nothing. Sometimes I sleep under my futon.
American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis, Picador, 2000
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litcream · a month ago
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Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do? My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape.
American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis, Picador, 2000
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litcream · a month ago
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On The Patty Winters Show this morning the topic was Beautiful Teenage Lesbians, which I found so erotic I had to stay home, miss a meeting, jerk off twice.
American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis, Picador, 2000
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litcream · a month ago
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A Richard Marx CD plays on the stereo, a bag from Zabar’s loaded with sourdough onion bagels and spices sits on the kitchen table while I grind bone and fat and flesh into patties, and though it does sporadically penetrate how unacceptable some of what I’m doing actually is, I just remind myself that this thing, this girl, this meat, is nothing, is shit, and along with a Xanax (which I am now taking half-hourly) this thought momentarily calms me and then I’m humming, humming the theme to a show I watched often as a child—The Jetsons? The Banana Splits? Scooby Doo? Sigmund and the Sea Monsters? I’m remembering the song, the melody, even the key it was sung in, but not the show.
American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis, Picador, 2000
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litcream · a month ago
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After an hour of digging, I detach her spinal cord and decide to Federal Express the thing without cleaning it, wrapped in tissue, under a different name, to Leona Helmsley.
American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis, Picador, 2000
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litcream · a month ago
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“We look at the world differently, Patrick.” Evelyn sniffs. “Thank god,” I say viciously. “You’re inhuman,” she says, trying, I think, not to cry. “I’m—I stall, attempting to defend myself—“in touch with … humanity.”
American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis, Picador, 2000
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litcream · a month ago
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She has only half a mouth left and I fuck it once, then twice, three times in all.
American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis, Picador, 2000
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litcream · a month ago
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I’m wearing a Joseph Abboud suit, a tie by Paul Stuart, shoes by J. Crew, a vest by someone Italian and I’m kneeling on the floor beside a corpse, eating the girl's brain, gobbling it down, spreading Grey Poupon over hunks of the pink, fleshy meat.
American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis, Picador, 2000
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litcream · a month ago
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Later—now—I’m telling Tiffany, “I’ll let you go, shh…,” and I’m stroking her face, which is slick, owing to tears and Mace, gently and it burns me that she actually looks up hopefully for a moment before she sees the lit match I’m holding in my hand that I’ve torn from a matchbook I picked up in the bar at Palio’s where I was having drinks with Robert Farrell and Robert Prechter last Friday, and I lower it to her eyes, which she instinctively closes, singeing both eyelashes and brows, then I finally use a Bic lighter and hold it up to both sockets, making sure they stay open with my fingers, burning my thumb and pinkie in the process, until the eyeballs burst.
American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis, Picador, 2000
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litcream · a month ago
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As usual, in an attempt to understand these girls I’m filming their deaths. With Torri and Tiffany I use a Minox LX ultra-miniature camera that takes 9.5mm film, has a 15mm f/3.5 lens, an exposure meter and a built-in neutral density filter and sits on a tripod. I’ve put a CD of the Traveling Wilburys into a portable CD player that sits on the headboard above the bed, to mute any screams.
American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis, Picador, 2000
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litcream · a month ago
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After I shave Torri’s pussy she lies on her back on Paul’s futon and spreads her legs while I finger her and suck it off, sometimes licking her asshole. Then Tiffany sucks my cock—her tongue is hot and wet and she keeps flicking it over the head, irritating me—while I call her a nasty whore, a bitch. Fucking one of them with a condom while the other sucks my balls, lapping at them, I stare at the Angelis silk-screen print hanging over the bed and I’m thinking about pools of blood, geysers of the stuff.
American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis, Picador, 2000
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litcream · a month ago
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All I seem to want to do now is work out, lifting weights, mostly, and secure reservations at new restaurants I’ve already been to, then cancel them.
American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis, Picador, 2000
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litcream · a month ago
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Nearby a mother breast-feeds her baby, which awakens something awful in me.
American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis, Picador, 2000
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litcream · a month ago
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Elizabeth is fingering her clit while madly French-kissing Christie until, involuntarily, she brings her head back, legs wrapped around Christie’s pumping hips, her face tense, her mouth open, her lipstick smeared by Christie’s cunt juice, and she yells “oh god I’m coming I’m coming fuck me I’m coming” because I told both of them to let me know when they had orgasms and to be very vocal about it.
American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis, Picador, 2000
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litcream · a month ago
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Christie sits up and turns herself around and while still on top of Elizabeth presses her cunt into Elizabeth’s gasping face and soon, like in a movie, like animals, the two of  them start feverishly licking and fingering each other’s cunts. Elizabeth, totally red-faced, her neck muscles straining like a madwoman’s, tries to bury her head in Christie’s pussy and then spreads Christie’s ass cheeks open and starts tonguing the hole there, making guttural sounds. “Yeah,” I say in monotone. “Stick you tongue up that bitch’s asshole.”
American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis, Picador, 2000
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litcream · a month ago
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There wasn’t a clear, identifiable emotion within me, except for greed and, possibly, total disgust. I had all the characteristics of a human being—flesh, blood, skin, hair—but my depersonalization was so intense, had gone so deep, that the normal ability to feel compassion had been eradicated, the victim of a slow, purposeful erasure.
American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis, Picador, 2000
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litcream · a month ago
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Life remained a blank canvas, a cliché, a soap opera. I felt lethal, on the verge of frenzy. My nightly bloodlust overflowed into my days and I had to leave the city. My mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage.
American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis, Picador, 2000
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litcream · a month ago
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Spell ‘mogul,’ Bateman. How do you spell mogul? M-o-g-u-l. Mo-gul. Mog-ul. Ice, ghosts, aliens—
American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis, Picador, 2000
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