…there is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there. [sharp inhale] It is hard for me to make sense on any given level. [sharp inhale] Myself is fabricated, an aberration. [sharp inhale] I am a noncontingent human being. [sharp inhale] My personality is sketchy and unformed, my heartlessness goes deep and is persistent. [sharp inhale] My conscience, my pity, my hopes disappeared a long time ago (probably at Harvard) if they ever did exist. There are no more barriers to cross. [sharp inhale] All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. [sharp inhale] I still, though, hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is safe, nothing is redeemed. [sharp inhale] Yet I am blameless. [sharp inhale] Each model of human behavior must be assumed to have some validity. [sharp inhale] Is evil something you are? [sharp inhale] Or is it something you do? [sharp inhale] My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. [sharp inhale] In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. [sharp inhale] I want no one to escape. [sharp inhale] But even after admitting this—and I have countless times, in just about every act I’ve committed—and coming face-to-face with these truths, there is no catharsis. [sharp inhale] I gain no deeper knowledge about myself, no new understanding can be extracted from my telling. [sharp inhale] There has been no reason for me to tell you any of this. [sharp inhale] This confession has meant nothing….
…there is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity...
[sharp fart]
[sharp inhale]
that's GOTTA hurt
>no repeating digits yet
here ya go
dubs and you get to watch me eat at the Dorsia.
Fuck Negroes
this is nice thread
not really
Do you like Huey Lewis and the dubs?
nice
No can do, got an 8:30 res at Dubsia. Great repeating digit ceviche.
this liar doesn't have a reservation at dubsia
nice
DUBS?
Impressive. Very nice. 's see Paul Allen's dubs.
I'm re-reading this book and forgot how funny Patrick's insanity can be
>“Courtney,” I warn, getting furious, “if you just said what I think you said: that your lithium is in a carton in the freezer next to the Frusen Glädjé and is a sorbet”—I’m screaming this—“if this is really what you said then I will kill you. Is it a sorbet? Is your lithium really a sorbet?”
Its always the same. You wait ages and ages for dubs, then two come along at once!
The aquarium scene is fucking fantastic
dubs
Rolling for dubs
HEY PAUL
Checked
lets see paul allen's 5
The duality of man...
