just finished reading: american psycho by bret easton ellis (399 pages)
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every chapter in this book is titled something innocuous like “Laundromat” or something like “Eating a corpse out of a dumpster on 42nd street” and every paragraph in this book goes like: “Jim Johnson walked over the table, he was wearing a navy blue wool double breasted coat with brass buttons from Armani with some hardbody, blonde, big tits, next to him. Something, something, Donald Trump, Fisher account, Ralph Lauren, Les Miserables, Dorsia, Videotapes, something, I killed a Laotian man yesterday, something, something.”
it’s good though.
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favorite quotes:
“edwin? edwin who?”
“if the midgets wanna sing, let ‘em sing”
“It’s called Dorsia.” “Yes, My brain explodes.”
“He is unusually short, Evelyn. Are you sure he wasn’t at your christmas party?”
“My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape“
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Rating: 5/5 ★★★★★








