"I had all the characteristics of a human being—flesh, blood, skin, hair—but my depersonalization was so intense, had gone so deep, that my normal ability to feel compassion had been eradicated, the victim of a slow, purposeful erasure. I was simply imitating reality, a rough resemblance of a human being, with only a dim corner of my mind functioning"
"I stare into a thin, web-like crack above the urinal's handle and think to myself that if I were to disappear into that crack, say somehow miniaturize and slip into it, the odds are good that no one would notice I was gone. No... one... would... care. In fact some, if they noticed my absence, might feel an odd, indefinable sense of relief. This is true: the world is better off with some people gone. Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is crock. Some people truly do not need to be here."
"Where there was nature and earth, life and water, I saw a desert landscape that was unending, resembling some sort of crater, so devoid of reason and light and spirit that the mind could not grasp it on any sort of conscious level and if you came close the mind would reel backward, unable to take it in. It was a vision so clear and real and vital to me that in its purity it was almost abstract. This was what I could understand, this was how I lived my life, what I constructed my movement around, how I dealt with the tangible. This was the geography around which my reality revolved: it did not occur to me, ever, that people were good or that a man was capable of change or that the world could be a better place through one’s own taking pleasure in a feeling or a look or a gesture, of receiving another person’s love or kindness. Nothing was affirmative, the term “generosity of spirit” applied to nothing, was a cliche, was some kind of bad joke. Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire- meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead. Fear, recrimination, innocence, sympathy, guilt, waste, failure, grief, were things, emotions, that no one really felt anymore. Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is its only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface, was all that anyone found meaning in…this was civilization as I saw it, colossal and jagged…"
Yeah this was a bloody good analysis of 80's yuppie culture in America. Oh and ill chuck in a deliciously luscious section of a description of murder from the book to add to the black humour and comedic take on Wall Street.
I start by skinning Torri alive, making incisions with a steak knife and ripping long strips of flesh from her legs and stomach while she screams in vain, begging for mercy in a thin, high voice. I stop doing this and move over to her head and start biting the top of it, hoping she realizes her punishment is ending up being comparatively light compared to what I plan to do with the other one.
Yeah.... <3, i mean to get started on Cosmos by Carl Sagan, but i can't seem to find it anywhere in stock.... damn it
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I got started on listening to Marilyn Manson's discography, although i accidentally went straight for his 3rd Album, AntiChrist SuperStar
Three verses really stuck with me the first time listening through....
"Prick Your Finger It Is Done
The Moon Has Now Eclipsed The Sun
Angel Has Spread Its Wings
The Time Has Come For Bitter Things"
"Light A Candle For The Sinners
Set The World On Fire"
"Your World Is An Ashtray
We Burn And Coil Like Cigarettes
The More You Cry Your Ashes Turn To Mud
It's The Nature Of The Leeches, The Virgin's
Feeling Cheated
You've Only Spent A Second Of Your Life
My World Is Unaffected, There Is An Exit Here"
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