Monday, April 22, 2019
I
have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but
not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust.
Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don’t know why. My nightly
bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I
think my mask of sanity is about to slip.
American
Psycho
(2000) dir. Mary Harron
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