Question: Who really gave that order? Answer: CONTROL. The ugly American. Question: If control's control is absolute, why does control need to control? Answer: Control needs time. Question: Is control controlled by its need to control? Answer: Yes. Question: What does control need time for? Answer: Because death needs…
One-trick pony (as is Ellis himself). Shit is fucking John Hughes for mopey indie assholes. Obvious as can't-think-of-the-metaphor (drunk). For the real thing, check out Peter Sotos.
Reluctant to see this. I suspect they fucked it up. The novel is tops, though -- one of the best pulp crime books ever. Jim Thompson was #1 in the genre.
When I die, I would like a proper Viking funeral with my casket set aflame and floated out to sea while "The Big Ship" blasts on loudspeakers. Either that or "Maggot Brain".
Youth group, basically. Today we're going to do some spiritual mapping at the zoo, pray at some strumpets outside the abortion clinic, watch an educational film about evilutionist "theory" and possibly have an ice cream party. My family is also very important to me.
Smoking is a pointless and disgusting habit. I smoke a pack a day but I buy a different one every time because I don't want to be killed by any particular brand, I want to be killed by all of them at once. Kool, you killed me. Reds, you killed me. Turkish Gold, you killed me. I'm starting to sound like I'm at mass.…