Patrick Bateman

hi. I'm deleting my journal account and was wondering who wanted to take over maintaining this group?
Please reply stating your interest.

Looking forward to buying your action figure, Patrick!

http://necaonline.com/apposter.html

I sit adjacent to your predictability.
The waft of over-priced joe sugar-coating the chanel knock-off you bathed in.
Never have I been impressed with those who cheapen themselves in the name of fashion.
You're the kind of wretch that ruined Soho. Once, a rich transgendered melting pot is now nothing more than a tourist attraction.


"Look, here's a shot of me and the kids in front of the old Donna Karan warehouse."

Damn, my hand will never heal if I keep doing this. Strangely I find myself here every morning.
It's a pity Jan... You don't even know my name.

This "community" is mildly amusing, but I don't entirely agree with it's presence especially if it's to be a mockery of who I am or what I do.

For the record, anyone with a passing understanding of what's happened in the past four years knows that I don't even own the studio in Hell's Kitchen any longer. That went to Jean along with more monetarily than I care to mention out loud.

I never played "T-Ball", either.


Best,

-PB

Oliver James is wearing a Ben Sherman shirt tucked lazly into his rescricting trousers by some little known outfit over by 56th and 3rd. I limply take his hand as I've been mixing my intake between some Valium and some J&B this morning with someone who looks not too disimliar to some new doorman over where I nearly kicked some bum for coughing. I stare blankly at the menu until the waiter comes over, where I order a glass of Evian without ice and some dish that Jean recommended, or someone who recommended it to her.
The food almost melts in my mouth. I'm impressed. I stare into Oliver's eyes as I slowly caress the handle of a 9mm pistol fitted with a high quality silencer, slowly conmplating shooting him in between the eyes until he stops talking, looks across slowly at a waitress, and decide he has class, and let him live for a little longer. At one moment during the lunch, I leave for the men's room to make sure I'm not sweating as much as I think I am. My complexion looks slightly pale but I did not bring anything to deal with it, so I just hope Oliver does not notice.
As I leave the men's room, I hear Evelyn 'Campagine' King's Shame somewhere in the background. Somewhere this fades into Mary Jane Girls' All Night Long. I did not know this place had music, I must have not noticed it when I came in. I forget the rest of the meal and the next thing I remember is that I'm in my apartment early. I decide to sleep until night.

Oh, hey...I remember you. Yeah, you and I have a lot in common, don't we? I seem to recall that some jerk on the internet even wrote an essay comparing the two of us. Well, anyway, I guess you're alright in my book. (Book...get it?) But I'd rather kill myself than end up where you did. I still have a bunch of respect for you - that whole thing with the Habitrail was really gooshy, man. Keep up the good work, I guess...

i have to do an english paper examining cultural/ethical questions presented in a narrative. Also, examining choices the author/directior has made (ex: plot, characters, cultural codes, social commentary, etc.) and why. I was planning on doing it on American Psycho (probably the film version becasue I don't have time to read it again for quotes), but am not sure that I can come up with enough info on my own to make for this paper. I was just wondering if you could give me some help with your own interpretation of the film.

thanks

I read American Psycho about a year ago and it was amazing. It was like watching a car crash. You know you should look away, but you cannot help but stop and stare. It worries me a little that I enjoyed reading it so much, but I couldn't help it. It is such a great book. Bret Easton Ellis created such an incredible character with Patrick Bateman. He's so cold and shallow, but you cannot help but loving him. My favorite quote from the entire book would have to be "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." When I read that, it gave me chills. I also love the on running Ed Gein jokes (I used to be terrified of Leatherface). Ellis is a great author. I'm thinking about picking up Less Than Zero to read in my freetime.

goodmorning. I am currently VERY exhausted, but I felt happy to find a community of bateman lovers, so here is my introduction....

"I start by skinning Torri a little, making incisions with a steak knife and ripping bits of flesh from her legs and stomach while she screams in vain, begging for mercy in a high thin voice. Finally I pour acid onto her belly and genitals, but none of this comes close to killing her, so I resort to stabbing her in the throat and eventually the blade of the knife breaks off in what's left of her neck, stuck on bone, and I stop. While Tiffany watches, finally I saw the entire head off--torrents of blood splash against the walls, even the ceiling-- and holding the head up, like a prize, I take my cock, purple with stiffness, and lowering Torri's head to my lap I push it into her bloodied mouth and start fucking it, until I come, exploding into it"

there is something about a forceful man that makes me tingle....

Waiter: Would you like to hear today's specials?
Patrick Bateman: Not if you want to keep your spleen.

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