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Saturday, October 22nd, 2005
10:25 pm

poisonhand
hi. I'm deleting my journal account and was wondering who wanted to take over maintaining this group?
Please reply stating your interest.

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Friday, April 29th, 2005
3:32 pm

unrepentant
Looking forward to buying your action figure, Patrick!

http://necaonline.com/apposter.html

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Thursday, October 14th, 2004
9:33 pm

poisonhand
I sit adjacent to your predictability.
The waft of over-priced joe sugar-coating the chanel knock-off you bathed in.
Never have I been impressed with those who cheapen themselves in the name of fashion.
You're the kind of wretch that ruined Soho. Once, a rich transgendered melting pot is now nothing more than a tourist attraction.


"Look, here's a shot of me and the kids in front of the old Donna Karan warehouse."

Damn, my hand will never heal if I keep doing this. Strangely I find myself here every morning.
It's a pity Jan... You don't even know my name.

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Sunday, May 2nd, 2004
5:27 pm
pbateman This "community" is mildly amusing, but I don't entirely agree with it's presence especially if it's to be a mockery of who I am or what I do.

For the record, anyone with a passing understanding of what's happened in the past four years knows that I don't even own the studio in Hell's Kitchen any longer. That went to Jean along with more monetarily than I care to mention out loud.

I never played "T-Ball", either.


Best,

-PB

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Wednesday, April 7th, 2004
7:28 pm - Lunch

liquidedge
Oliver James is wearing a Ben Sherman shirt tucked lazly into his rescricting trousers by some little known outfit over by 56th and 3rd. I limply take his hand as I've been mixing my intake between some Valium and some J&B this morning with someone who looks not too disimliar to some new doorman over where I nearly kicked some bum for coughing. I stare blankly at the menu until the waiter comes over, where I order a glass of Evian without ice and some dish that Jean recommended, or someone who recommended it to her.
The food almost melts in my mouth. I'm impressed. I stare into Oliver's eyes as I slowly caress the handle of a 9mm pistol fitted with a high quality silencer, slowly conmplating shooting him in between the eyes until he stops talking, looks across slowly at a waitress, and decide he has class, and let him live for a little longer. At one moment during the lunch, I leave for the men's room to make sure I'm not sweating as much as I think I am. My complexion looks slightly pale but I did not bring anything to deal with it, so I just hope Oliver does not notice.
As I leave the men's room, I hear Evelyn 'Campagine' King's Shame somewhere in the background. Somewhere this fades into Mary Jane Girls' All Night Long. I did not know this place had music, I must have not noticed it when I came in. I forget the rest of the meal and the next thing I remember is that I'm in my apartment early. I decide to sleep until night.

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Friday, March 12th, 2004
1:32 am - Patrick Bateman, huh...? {Great minds think alike...}

toddbaby
Oh, hey...I remember you. Yeah, you and I have a lot in common, don't we? I seem to recall that some jerk on the internet even wrote an essay comparing the two of us. Well, anyway, I guess you're alright in my book. (Book...get it?) But I'd rather kill myself than end up where you did. I still have a bunch of respect for you - that whole thing with the Habitrail was really gooshy, man. Keep up the good work, I guess...

current mood: amused

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Tuesday, February 17th, 2004
6:39 pm

flower_dick_
i have to do an english paper examining cultural/ethical questions presented in a narrative. Also, examining choices the author/directior has made (ex: plot, characters, cultural codes, social commentary, etc.) and why. I was planning on doing it on American Psycho (probably the film version becasue I don't have time to read it again for quotes), but am not sure that I can come up with enough info on my own to make for this paper. I was just wondering if you could give me some help with your own interpretation of the film.

thanks

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Wednesday, February 11th, 2004
8:49 pm - Am I sick because I enjoyed this book so much?

star_waves
I read American Psycho about a year ago and it was amazing. It was like watching a car crash. You know you should look away, but you cannot help but stop and stare. It worries me a little that I enjoyed reading it so much, but I couldn't help it. It is such a great book. Bret Easton Ellis created such an incredible character with Patrick Bateman. He's so cold and shallow, but you cannot help but loving him. My favorite quote from the entire book would have to be "There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there." When I read that, it gave me chills. I also love the on running Ed Gein jokes (I used to be terrified of Leatherface). Ellis is a great author. I'm thinking about picking up Less Than Zero to read in my freetime.

current mood: cynical

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Tuesday, December 30th, 2003
2:43 am - Im into murders and executions....

edenzwill
goodmorning. I am currently VERY exhausted, but I felt happy to find a community of bateman lovers, so here is my introduction....

"I start by skinning Torri a little, making incisions with a steak knife and ripping bits of flesh from her legs and stomach while she screams in vain, begging for mercy in a high thin voice. Finally I pour acid onto her belly and genitals, but none of this comes close to killing her, so I resort to stabbing her in the throat and eventually the blade of the knife breaks off in what's left of her neck, stuck on bone, and I stop. While Tiffany watches, finally I saw the entire head off--torrents of blood splash against the walls, even the ceiling-- and holding the head up, like a prize, I take my cock, purple with stiffness, and lowering Torri's head to my lap I push it into her bloodied mouth and start fucking it, until I come, exploding into it"

there is something about a forceful man that makes me tingle....

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Sunday, December 7th, 2003
4:25 pm

americanpsycho8
Waiter: Would you like to hear today's specials?
Patrick Bateman: Not if you want to keep your spleen.

Read more...Collapse )

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Monday, November 10th, 2003
12:44 am - hmm...

supergato
ok I'm about 20 pages away from being done with the book... this has been pondering me for a while:

What ever happened to Timothy Price? He was mentioned alot earlier in the book, and since the 2nd half or so, he wasn't mentioned. Shit, there could've been a chapter about Patrick murdering him and it just totally slipped my mind... there's so fuckin' many that its hard to keep track, ha

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Thursday, July 17th, 2003
3:56 pm

poisonhand
This amuses me on so many levels.
Penny for your thoughts..

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Thursday, July 3rd, 2003
10:05 pm - I love the 80s.

driftingfidelio
patrickbateman
Magic Number20
JobSerial Killer
PersonalityI'd Quite Like One
TemperamentIf I Lose It - Run
SexualGay
Likely To WinA Nobel Prize
Me - In A WordEvil
Colour
Brought to you by MemeJack



Thats all for now....I have to go return some videotapes.

current mood: predatory

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Saturday, May 3rd, 2003
9:22 am

poisonhand
I don't recall ever asking their names.
I'd always given them a name.
There was no rhyme or reason to the names I chose. Just the first name that came to mind as I looked them over.
It's funny to me how "willing" my participants were.
Total strangers eager to play along for a tenth of my week's salary.

I prefer my women to be raven-haired. Did you know that brunettes only make up 6.8 % of escorts/exotic dancers?

That's right. Gentlemen prefer blondes.

I am not a gentleman.

current mood: amused

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Sunday, April 27th, 2003
1:09 am - hmmm...

liquidedge
Mary. She was some girl I picked up on 54th Street. She was alright looking, but not a perfect hardbody. But she flirted quite well. My limo took us back to my apartment. She was all over me in the elevatior. She staggered to my door with me, she must have had too much champaign in the back of the limo. She lumbered into the corridor as soon as I got the key out of the door. She moved toward the sofa and collapsed onto it. I climbed on top of her and kissed her, but I could feel her lipstick smearing on my cheek, so I decided to just fuck her instead. But first I went to the CD player and turned on Huey Lewis and The News. Great Band. She was undressing drunkardly while I unzipped my trousers. She was lying on the sofa almost naked, so as I climbed on top of her, I bit hard into her nipple and ripped it off. She screamed too loudly. I smacked her face, pulled over a pillow and shoved it into her mouth, while I pulled out the knife I kept under the sofa, pulled out the pillow and cut out her tounge.

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Saturday, April 26th, 2003
5:03 pm - here'z a fun thought

rainedecadence
Wouldn't it be fun to take one'z nipplez off with a pair ov nail clipperz?

current mood: amused

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Tuesday, April 1st, 2003
7:46 pm

poisonhand
Only four members.
That's disappointing. Especially considering the amount of email I would get asking why I wasnt updating this journal, or from people who would state "I can write better than that!"

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Sunday, March 30th, 2003
3:30 pm

poisonhand
This journal is now a community.
Members may post creatively.

OK. Time to walk the walk.

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Thursday, December 12th, 2002
11:31 pm
Only those who have died by my poison-drenched hands know the real me.

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Sunday, September 15th, 2002
11:11 am - Say no more
Perhaps my last entry was too cryptic?

I suppose I meant it to be that way. I mean really... how many blanks can one expect people to fill in?

Such is the human nature.

I finally couldn't stand Allison's smell anymore.
She had to be replaced.

I have to admit, my tolerance to the smell of a corpse is greater than the smell of pine-sol. That chem-lab waft has found permanent residence in my nasal cavities.

To all the nay-sayers.. nothing has changed. I fear this is my last journal entry. I've been too preoccupied as of late.

I dont know if I will delete the journal altogether, or just leave it be..

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