Talk About Movies: Part 4
04-08-2023
, 04:46 PM
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04-13-2023
, 10:23 AM
Just released in 4k UHD... it looks fantastic.
Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his A$$hole to talk?
His abdomen would move up and down you dig, farting out the words. It was unlike anything I had ever heard
This ass talk had a sort of gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside and you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well this talking hit you right down there, a bubbly, thick stagnant sound, a sound you could smell
This man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was like a novelty ventriloquist act. Real funny too, at first. He had a number he called ‘The Better ‘Ole’ that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it but it was clever. Like, ‘Oh, I say, are you still down there old thing?’
’Nah! I had to go relieve myself.’
After a while the ass started talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time
Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in curving hooks and started eating. He thought this was cute at first and built an act around it, but the A$$hole would eat its way through his pants and it started talking on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags that nobody loved it, and that it wanted to be kissed the same as any other mouth. Finally it talked all the time day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it, but nothing did any good and the A$$hole said to him: ‘It is you who will shut up in the end, Not me. Because we don’t need you around here any more. I can talk and eat and Shyte.'
“After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly, like a tadpole’s tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call un-DT, Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly and grow there, grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell. So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have amputated spontaneously except for the eyes, you dig. That’s one thing the A$$hole couldn’t do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldn’t give orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while you could see the silent, helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died because the eyes just went out, and there was no more feeling in them than a crab’s eye on the end of a stalk
Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his A$$hole to talk?
His abdomen would move up and down you dig, farting out the words. It was unlike anything I had ever heard
This ass talk had a sort of gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside and you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well this talking hit you right down there, a bubbly, thick stagnant sound, a sound you could smell
This man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was like a novelty ventriloquist act. Real funny too, at first. He had a number he called ‘The Better ‘Ole’ that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it but it was clever. Like, ‘Oh, I say, are you still down there old thing?’
’Nah! I had to go relieve myself.’
After a while the ass started talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time
Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in curving hooks and started eating. He thought this was cute at first and built an act around it, but the A$$hole would eat its way through his pants and it started talking on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags that nobody loved it, and that it wanted to be kissed the same as any other mouth. Finally it talked all the time day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it, but nothing did any good and the A$$hole said to him: ‘It is you who will shut up in the end, Not me. Because we don’t need you around here any more. I can talk and eat and Shyte.'
“After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly, like a tadpole’s tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call un-DT, Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly and grow there, grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell. So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have amputated spontaneously except for the eyes, you dig. That’s one thing the A$$hole couldn’t do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldn’t give orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while you could see the silent, helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died because the eyes just went out, and there was no more feeling in them than a crab’s eye on the end of a stalk
04-13-2023
, 02:06 PM
