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The Devil You Know  ”I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair, but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me, and I don’t know why. My nightly blood lust has overflown, into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity … is about to slip.” What deliciously sinful lines are they not? Cleverly crafted, well written and thought provoking. Not the sort of words that will get you 25 to life in eternal hell fire and brimstone just for speaking them, or pack 200 calories onto your backside just for indulging in the devilishly delightful way they roll off the tongue. Rather, the kind of words that give pleasure to those who like their movies spiced liberally with plenty of food for thought. Words that walk up the garden path of your subconscious … dain to politely knock on the door just to see if you’re home - and then if no answer is forthcoming, strong arm their way inside your head like some kind of daring daylight break and enter. Words I would have written myself - if only I had thought of them first. Having said that, I sheepishly confess that I’ve never watched American Pycho - but not without good reason. Thrillers just aren’t my cup of tea. Such tedious things as human beings perpetrating mundane acts of murder and such. Colonel Mustard did it in the study with the candlestick - or - Lordy, Lordy Mrs. White bludgeoned him to death with a lead pipe in the Ballroom. Come on! I prefer my villains to be not of the normal, but rather the paranormal variety. Fiends you can’t see. Monsters that know exactly what keeps you up at night … and exactly what it takes to scare you. To me, that’s much more entertaining than watching a criminal mastermind plot his dastardly deeds, while the voices in his head egg him on like some perverted version of the Green Bay Packers cheerleading squad on Super Bowl Sunday. To me, it’s the devil you don’t know that can really scare the bejesus out of you … not the devil you do. “I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity … is about to slip.” Yup, nicely written indeed. Thanks once again Patrick Bateman for inspiring something fresh and off the beaten path for this Halloween. |
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