A compilation of all the horror filled movies, t.v shows & documentaries I could find. It includes some of my own masterposts and other people’s masterposts.
It’s like beating your head open and unzipping your chest cavity saying ‘here are my guts – everything I’ve felt, including a lot of stuff I’m not proud of’. It’s hard. It uses you up. I walk off stage sometimes and feel like I’ve just slept with everybody in the audience.
I was still sitting there staring at the entrance to the tunnel when I heard fast crisp steps approaching, someone walking steadily, heavily and fast.
“Get up, Lestat.”
I turned and looked up into the face of my mother.
There she was after all these years in her old khaki safari jacket and faded jeans, her hair in a braid over her shoulder, her pale face like a porcelain mask.
“Come on, stand up!” she said, those cold blue eyes flashing in the lights of the burning building at the mouth of the tunnel.
And in that moment as love and resentment clashed with humbling fury, I was back at home hundreds of years ago, walking with her in those cold barren fields, with her haranguing me in that impatient voice. “Get up. Move. Come on.”
“What are you going to do if I don’t?” I snarled. “Slap me?”
And that’s what she did. She slapped me.
Gabrielle’s introduction in the novel Prince Lestat (Anne Rice)
“I’m pretty obsessed with hands, I think the essence of being violent starts from there. If you cut off hands to a man he is no more dangerous and his violent instinct stops beating. The hands are like an extension of his penis and cut them it’s like a castration.”
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