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I found "Exquisite corpse" very unpleasant, but I've always been squeamish, water filter system and unable to read a text without taking it to the fullest. Thus, it contacted me for this kind of descriptions (p. 179):
The knife plowed through skin and muscle and went over the sternum. When it reached the recess water filter system under the ribs fell deep into the body. There was no resistance, no signs of distress; Birdy lay motionless and tied down and allowed me to open him like opening a Christmas present. When my hand pushed his erect cock to the side, I felt the blade scraping against his pubic bone. His torso remained intact water filter system for a long time, split in two parts from the neck to the writing of a thin red line. Since beating the wound blossomed, and his guts gushed water filter system out of an abundance of rare liquids and stinking water filter system scarlet treasures ...
The book is about how the legendary serial killer Andrew manages to escape from prison by playing dead (wonderful utbrytarkonst!) And later hit another serial killer named Jay. They are deeply in love and spend their days killing the boys together water filter system and talk about their common interest. Jay has gone a step further: He eats his victims. By filling his body with their victims' flesh and blood, he gets them, and thus relieves the loneliness that we understand is the basis for his serial killer lives. It is not at all illogical but rather wittily.
But more than logic is this passion. A kind of nasty passion that I can not understand. Surely there must be a very good rating because I assume that the author is necrophiliac, for how else can one describe the murder with such pleasure? I've actually never read anything like it, albeit that this is not my genre. Here is Jay rip on one of his corpse as he saved a long time ago (p. 138):
Then he fell to his knees and buried his face in the belly of the hanging man. He tore his teeth in the flesh who assumed the consistency of firm pudding. He ripped and tore at the wound edges, pulled by hudremsor and meat, swallowed them whole and smeared down her face with her own saliva and with the small amount of body fluid that remained in the corpse's cold tissue. He pulled his fingers upward along the spine, between the buttocks, stuck a finger in asshole and watched it move deep inside the hollow body. At some point he got ejaculation, and the semen flowed almost imperceptibly down his thighs: a small offering to this grand shrine.
Passion was the word. I have personally been inside the mutilated bodies in my own writing, but after reading of Exquisite corpse I have to note two things: First, water filter system that I is sheltered and just as well give up. Secondly, to mutilation has different basis. In my novels have been killing an awkward attempt to understand water filter system the beauty, so to speak, able to grab it, physically. At Poppy Z Brite is rather death as a phenomenon that is the focus. water filter system Where my romanfigurers obsession is Apollonian is Brites Dionysian. The passion is cold, ruthless and ... I would almost say female. I actually felt a necrophiliac once and the worshiping of death as the book absolutely smacks of very similar water filter system to how she was thinking.
Fear is humanity's hallmark, worn proud, self-righteous and often false. How many of you have delayed your left at a depiction of my escapades, or others like them, and lovingly reveling in the details behind a thin veil of moral disgust? How many of you have thrown a glance on a poor soul who is about to bleed to death on the roadside? water filter system How many have slowed down in order to see better?
Safe sex was according to him as being the living water filter system dead. How could one desire a man without wanting to taste his fluids? How could you love someone without wanting to seek out his inner membranes, and find enjoyment in there?
He had tasted them all, a dim sum feast of sweet dicks, smooth butts, skinny bodies and beautiful, finmejslade faces. At some point he had begun to color a map of the world in my head that reflected his sexual history: China, Japan, Korea, India, Thailand, Laos, Bali ...
He was surprised this specialization in flavor and could not explain it even to himself. He longed for them simply, their perfect, almond-shaped eyelids, the crisp, shiny hair, their sandalwood scented skin, their slim ivory limbs. Spoiler Warning
Most politically's end. (It follows, therefore, something of a spoiler.) Because when you stretch read through to the book's climax and everything is set for a recovery water filter system under the superhero model chooses the writer to kill off the wrong person! Neeeej! I want to scream. The boy must survive! But the hero do not make it in time and the boy dies. Although I hate Poppy for this I can not deny that it is a brilliant crime against traditional dramaturgy and what made the book to remain in my head.
And that is still the fucked up drama just an effective bonus. The author's real aim was to write a kärlekshisto