Asymphonicity

Carol from Repulsion 1965

You are everything.

An icon.

A princess with a disorder of some kind.

My queen that will not stand getting her bathroom cup unjustly occupied by the possessions of a disgrace of a man she is forced to co-inhabit with.

Standing there dissasociating because there is a crack soewhere that someone should have fixed.

Some would say you killed too many men. But clearly you didn't kill enough.

You probably also have autism. And I stand by every choice you made. You are correct. Those things are disgusting. Your clear masking was not good enough for the 60s sadly.

We've all let ourselves bed rot. It's fine.

And you should not have been sent to a mental facility for your autism like that god for nothing wife-cheater said. You should have gone for the clear PTSD. But then again it was the 60s, so as I said, killing people was the right choice.

My body having had 1.5 hours of sleep:

One of my talents is the analysis of images.

But in this case all I needed was my memory. Did one artist trace the other, or did they both trace the same picture? Perhaps what appears to be a film poster is an adaptation of the novel.

Sadly I can't read japanese. And the only info in the film poster is RainbowCastle.jpg uploaded from katsudi.com. And judging from this it might be a magazine illustration.

Hmm, I have heard that people have been turning AI art into lineart and black and white pieces to hide it. But it is too pixelated for me to make sure. But it does look more like tracing.

Another one, This one calls it a cut-out from a magazine.

This woman is smitten and amused at every quirky thing this man does.

and this man is basically like "Omg, someone who listens, remembers our conversations and thinks my work is important? Marriage."

Some people say Tentacle porn started because of the Guyver: Out of control OVA from 1986. And I mean it in like, explicit the tentacle is the point way, not in a suggestive magazine cover way where it is meant to be a phallic metaphor. Or just an illustration.

But actually possession 1981 in it's poster and content predated this by 5 years. And instead of it being a more suggestive version of something else. The tentacle sex is the point and the reason why the plot gets smoving.

What in the hairline?

I was looking, there's no one in the cast, with such a fucked up hairline. They just decided to portray this guy badly in the poster. You know, receding hairlines are normal, duh, but they do not look like this.

Justice for Henry Hull, who apparently had a very unotable life besides being an actor.

Like, while reading the book, I knew his friends were bullying him. But I thought it was because he goes on hyperfixation rants were he regurgitates everything he has read in GQ magazine with a tone of superiority. Not because he dresses badly, mostly because everyone in the book basically looks the same, dresses in almost the same articles of clothing and apparently he dresses and styles his hair the same way Marcus Halberstram does, and I don't remember anyone commenting on him dressing badly. I think Craig just thinks it's funny how much he cares about shit nobody else does and his fucking "fun facts with Patrick Bateman" segments during convos.

Talking about H.P. Lovecrafts "The Hound" in which two "best friends" live in a fucking mansion in the English contryside collecting grave robbed artifacts in a personal museum that only they two can see.

They are gay! Maybe Lovecraft doesn't know it, but I 100% believe these heretics at least have something queerplatonic going on. They are literally talking about the symblist movement, pre-rafaelites and decadentism and I have been called a faggot online for even mentioning those things.

They literally do graverobbing for the aesthetics and vibes, like If the moonlight isn't right they lose interest. St John (yes, the narrator's basically husband is named St John, I don't know why) apparently often visits the narrators bedroom by casually knocking on his door in the middle of the night, often enough that he just says "Come in!" to the demon that is fucking with them for being shitheads.

St John fucking gets eaten alive, and the narrator prays for him in necronomicon heretics to give him a "proper funeral" in "one of our abandoned gardens". Oh yeah, did I mention they live alone, in a mansion in the middle of nowhere England? They do all the graverobbing together, because St John is the one that started their hobby.

Where is my modern adaptation of dumb gay men commiting graverobbinh and dying huh? Is the world not ready for this? Call it Curse of the Necrofags. Ok, maybe not that. Too corny. But what I would give for a proper adaptation of this ugh. So happy I went out of my way to buy this short story. Since it wasn't in any of my short story compilations. Probably too long to be in one of those, but usually too short to be published by itself without illustrations to make up for the lack of bulk.

I know, guys will be guys, but how, why, when did that convo happen before Kimball interrogated him? Who told him? Was it Paul when he was shitfaced? Meredith? Did he fuck ashley, and If so, why did she tell him that? Actually, everyone in the book is very gossipy, it makes sense that she would wanna humiliate her ex, but it still seems more like girl talk, I... My guess is that it is not standard to talk about your exes junk while hooking up.

Patrick that's plagiarism, you can't just copy Edgar Allan Poe's the tell-tale heart.

Jokes aside, I did feel like he was similar to the protagonist, so it's good to get confirmation. The only difference is that the unsuspecting cops actually do listen to the protagonist when he finally confesses for apparently no reason.

I mean, I'm still gonna enjoy it, but god, even If I understand that the descriptions are precisely there to point out flaws within the character's and their world, and that they are important, it can be dreadful. Maybe I should do that thing they recommend of having an image tab open in google so that I can quickly look what the fuck the characters are talking about. Like someone suggested when they read Moby Dick.