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ACT I

On my 18th birthday my parents took me to the girl.

They were concerned that they would not I showed interest in the opposite sex.

So the parents decided introduce me to the world of sex.

Hi

I'm Teddy Barrows this is my wife, Noreen.

You know us, right? We live in the neighborhood. Backyard with swings.

This is our son Johnny. Johnny loves swings.

Isn't it Johhny?

We were wondering if your daughter Bernice could meet our son.

They could spend time together they would create such a beautiful pair.

She has beautiful breasts however, it is not very attractive.

Don't forget what W. B. Yeats was talking about girls.

Let them look good but not very well.

Is Bernice already rozdziewiczowana?

Has any physical defects?

Bernice!

Bernice, in fact still she did nothing with the boys.

Bernice, please answer me.

Has any boy ever put in you your penis?

Fucking bitch.

And you have, you dirty bitch. You have.

And you have, you have. I am the king, I am the master.

You must listen to me. Fucking whore ...

LOOK OUT

Let's see who rules here!

So what did you ask? Is she still a virgin?

I've never had sex with your own daughter, if that's what you mean.

As long as everything stays in the family, everything is fine.

Something different on the menu? What now? Does he have pubic hair?

Oh no, Mr. Barnow. We are not sick, beaten people.

A few more questions.

Is she intelligent? - Of course not, she is stupid like a donkey.

Oh yes, we see it, but also that it is even attractive. Aren't you baby

Yes, she is beautiful, but not quite.

In general, it is impressive.

Still has some physical disadvantage?

He has a tumor on his head.

I don't know where it came from. I think she did it.

A fucking bitch.

That's how our courtship began.

We met if that's the right word

every Sunday evening from June to the end of August.

Her lips glistened like strawberry fields.

I was walking through the cemetery, with a young girl by my side, I was indifferent.

My thoughts were somewhere else

distant from the role imposed on me.

A devilish smile appears on the old man's wrinkled face,

who imposes corporal punishment.

We hear the sound of beats.

The old man flogging shamelessly and ruthlessly.

Towering over a defenseless animal whose body writhes in convulsions.

Bernice hides behind a tree, a scream comes out of her mouth.

I came home and I found on the penis

a thick, sticky substance escaping from its depths.

My parents are desperate to find a woman for me.

they finally decided to buy her to give me a crack.

My parents paid a lot of money that I would lose my virginity.

So I have sex only with him or also with you?

Because we can all have sex, if you want, but it costs more.

Two thousand.

incest is extra.

We just want you to try with him. That's all.

Come on, Johnny. Are you ready?

Let's start this fight!

Look at her, man. Come. Be a man.

68 Go. Go ...

Her two round breasts could make a normal man delight.

But for me, there were only two udders

like most animals on a farm have than human beings.

This is my Johnny. Put him over there, boy.

Don't be a coward.

Margaret gently caressed my chest, then she moved her down the belly.

I did nothing ...

Come on Johnny. Fuck her, boy.

Use the member that God has given you.

What do you think this is chasing chickens?

Just do it. Do it now!

Margaret exposed her lips and tongue.

Kiss her, Johnny. Be polite.

Hey ... Hey baby. When I had my mother for the first time,

We had a lot of foreplay.

Why don't you do the same?

such girls do not happen every day.

Don't miss the opportunity, boy.

She leaned gently on my naked body.

Her hands crept into the thicket my luxuriant pubic hair.

Try it now boy. Take her for a ride.

Feel Master her. Show her who's in charge.

Pet her. Pat. Oh yes, I'll show you.

Mom, I said it was is an additional charge.

Do you like girls, Johnny or not?

Yes, son. This is a fit from boy to man.

This is. Let me see I'll take it from this angle.

Open her thighs, Johnny! Spread. Come on!

Screams of lust flowed from her lips.

She tried to connect her body with mine, but my penis did not stand.

Her vulva became moist Her mouth was open ...

I felt her excellent touch.

But my penis did not stand. He did not enter this cave.

come on!

Her vagina was ready but my penis refused.

Put him on, boy!

put in like a stick. Insert like a stick ...

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I hope this train explodes in flames in these cold compartments

better not let anyone sit down to me or talk

Look at this woman

There is nothing worse than this. Open Expression.

Please leave me alone. Traveling by train you should be able to handle it all.

I hate these people I could rent a car.

Everything that happens outside seems to it is a reflection that is constantly on my mind.

It all belongs to me. Nature is my property.

When the train arrives at Benton Harbor in the state Michigan, get off.

I feel trapped on this train. You can't run away from them. They are everywhere, just like the mafia.

They talk and grab you they look at you. All those fuckers.

Leave me alone!

Human rats, rotting mass. They are like compost.

I am an absolute being.

I am not a creature among other creatures.

I'm a being THE BEING amongst beings.

I'm not human I am superman.

I am indeed the most impressive creature that ever existed.

All these fools

They are nothing more than props on my stage, which I can use as much as I want.

I have never met not one person on my level.

Human history was nothing else than preparation ...

for my appearance in the world.

All these idiots ... no matter how you look at it, all these miscarriages, abortions, mistakes ...

Humanity is a cosmic mistake. Only my life is important.

What the hell are they doing here?

A messy guy appears in my field of vision.

He is sitting opposite me, on him t-shirt with the words "Fight Club".

And on the forehead is the inscription: "I'm a stupid pig."

How disgusting. The guy wants to talk to me.

He is like a hungry tramp who wants to try the peaches that grow on my grave.

I want my meat.

Hungry will always remain insatiable.

My mind is faster than a cheetah, my intelligence is second to none.

That's why they hate me.

My employer hated me like the plantation owner hates slaves.

Because as I mentioned he wanted to be like me.

As everyone else wants and that's why he hates me.

By registered mail he wrote to me:

"Jonathan Barrows is too serious to teach German philosophy. "

Vengeance's weakness.

My eggs were black with anger.

I was looking for a job in vain at prestigious universities around the country.

Harborsky College was the only school where I was invited for an interview.

That's why I'm going by train to Benton Harbor, Michigan.

Benton Harbor it is a poorly developed town.

The guide only says that there is poverty there,

there are cases of murders and violence.

There is no reason to recommend living here anyone.

Maybe some of you wonder why I decided to interview

to get a job as teacher in this city.

Even the stars need a dark background to shine.

I would like to rent a room. - We don't have any rooms available.

I swear. There is only one, but no air conditioning.

Why is there no air conditioning in the room?

Broke down.

Well, if it's the only room available, there is no reason not to take it.

Do you want this room? - Yes, I want this room.

What's your name?

My name is ... My name is Jonathan Barrows.

J-O-N-A-T-H-A-N-B-A-R-R-O-W-S.

That's a pretty name. - Yes I know.

Do you want to pay in cash or by check? - Visa card.

And the proof ...

I'm not gay or something, but ...

I think I have with you a lot in common.

For example, we're almost the same age you are alone here, I am also alone here.

Maybe it will succeed play Uno or something.

Or go for a snack to Lobster King. Did you notice her?

On Impression Avenue.

I have several coupons for free food at Lobster King.

Yes, buying a next meal it will be free, but only if you order shrimps.

Or if you want you can sleep in my room at the end of the corridor.

I know you want air conditioning etc.

It can be very hot because it's summer.

And I have air conditioning.

And a couch.

You can sleep on the couch ...

Or if you don't want to, I can sleep on the couch and you in my bed.

Are there other hotels in the area? - No.

it's the only one in Benton Harbor.

All others are flooded with scourge large black beetles.

I'm serious. These black beetles are huge.

So ...

I've been here all night, mate.

So if you want to talk or watch TV

just come down, let me know.

okay?

Once when I was in college, I turned on the television in the dorm

I watched a few minutes of the Argentine movie

in which a completely naked woman took a shower.

Of course, I think it's scary.

Despite my violent reaction, which he caused

the film had a huge impact on my life.

The day after the speech at the seminar

I decided that all students' lives will change forever.

After installing the video camera in the shower,

I opened the curtain and filmed in the shower.

Attaches great importance for this recording.

It was visible when I soaped my round buttocks,

like drops of water splashing on my flat stomach

and on my beautiful chest.

The video called "My shower" is the most impressive movie ever made.

Although I take a shower in a hotel room,

I imagine I look at myself washing myself in the shower on TV.

There should be a screen here and a computer with internet access.

If only I could send this picture for the whole world.

My photos in the shower.

Nothing is breathtaking.

There is nothing more beautiful than this wonderful picture.

I do not sprinkle the body with various powders.

I don't use sweet creams.

I don't spray the body exotic perfumes.

I spread the musk scent which attracts both men and women.

My wonderful smell allows everyone two miles away

discover your deepest desires.

These desires are always the same.

They want electricity that flows from my body straight into their bodies.

They want to cuddle up to my warm body.

Damn i'm a lovely man an attractive, mesmerizing man.

I am attracted to myself both men and women.

like flies, they are attracted by jam.

The worse for them.

I have no experience in making friends with people.

I don't need company. I do not need anyone.

It is often said that women are the epitome of beauty.

This statement is absolutely incomprehensible. It is contradictory in itself.

A woman cannot be more beautiful than the sun that revolves around the earth.

I think women are not beautiful. Even when I think, I feel sick.

Women embody all that is disgusting.

When I was a teacher's assistant

one really attractive the student came to me after class.

I think his name is Nicole, or Nancy or Natalia or something.

Her name definitely began with the letter N.

Johnny, you're so smart.

I really need to talk to you about a few things discussed in the lesson.

We can meet soon

for something to drink? Only in free time.

During our meeting in local cafe

N. lowering her voice, she said:

I will give you everything. I will do what you want.

My body belongs to you.

I appreciate your approach, N.

Of course you have good taste.

Indeed, I am the peak of beauty.

The assumption that I'm dying of the desire to touch you ...

is highly wrong.

Your courage is really too far-reaching.

How do you think that man my caliber would like to touch you?

For me you are worth the same as amoeba or slimy caviar.

Like every woman, you are the lowest form of life.

Her eyes were ready jump out of the skull

for double mocha espresso with milk.

Why don't you like girls?

There are many reasons why Women are the most disgusting beings, N.

I will list them: first of all ovulation.

Period. This means that you are by definition damaged.

Blood flows out of the vagina.

And why would I want to touch something that is bleeding?

I don't want to delve into it in the flow of the menstrual cycle.

Menopause - at least something good. This should be appreciated.

Secondly, female genitals ...

Your pubic area is absurd and grotesque, these petals

and disgusting discharge.

And labia, those messy things.

You know, I can't imagine anything more disgusting than the vagina.

And the smell you give out? Moist vaginal mucus.

I'd rather have sex with an octopus

than insert the penis in the vagina.

Women in their form are strange creatures.

Mammal-like breasts and a round ass. The breasts are weird.

like fleshy bulges.

Two mountains with excess body.

They often resemble bulging membranes. And they move when walking.

This is not only ugly, but also uncomfortable. I'm getting sick.

And the nipples look like pink eyes, and there is nothing ...

and there is nothing more disgusting than that hairy nipples.

With age in women, breasts change, they become

pendulous udders without milk ...

You're gay Why you can't do this just say.

You're gay

I'm sorry I have to disappoint you, N but I'm not gay ...

You just don't attract me.

Go ahead, call me fish fucking fagot!

I think you are exaggerating and though your teeth stick out

like piranhas, still I wouldn't call you a fish.

Your teeth resemble too soft underbelly.

You are gay, you are gay, you are gay!

You are gay!

N said the words of course in order relieve pain after my refusal.

She was wrong. I was not and I'm definitely not gay.

And I'm not a misogyny. Men are also disgusting to me.

My androphobia actually there are no borders.

Even if, from a purely external point of view, I have male genitals

it's the penis view that disgusts me more

than the vaginal view.

Men make me feel more sick than women.

When I was in Herberger,

student - his name is Dirk Owen or Owen Davis,

in the locker room he showed me his male genital organ.

Dirk Owen happily and proudly offered me I would touch him.

No, Dirk, I won't touch you.

There is nothing worse than a body man.

I hate male stomachs

low hanging testicles, that's gross and something worse ...

that your ass is very hairy.

Nobody attracts me sexually.

Just give me a condom and I will be happy.

I want a shield that protects me before any physical contact.

Wrap me in a cocoon.

However, I do not suffer from sexual anesthesia.

I know what sexual desire is. I am auto-sexual.

This means that I feel sexual sweating only to myself and no one else.

Why do you ask. Why? - Because I'm pretty.

I am an extremely attractive man.

Beauty is an illusion. The only exception is me.

I am not the standard by which you should measure all beautiful things.

I am the only example of beauty, a all the rest is an ugly world.

In relation to me, everyone and everything is ugly.

"To me" is the wrong word.

Good god or anybody i am awesome.

My face is shining. like Olympic glow.

And my body ... Nobody has such a beautiful figure as me.

My form is indeed cosmically perfect.

Sexy damn sexy!

I am so beautiful that I get excited about myself.

I caress my legs with great pleasure.

I'm like an erection initiation mechanism. And I get a great erection.

Yes, now is the time to water my erotic garden.

Wherever I go, always I have pictures of my penis with me.

One of my favorite photos here my penis leads to excitement.

The head looks dreamily at the lens and smiles.

heavy as a shaft, it resembles Brontosaurus's neck and head.

My penis is like a crossbow, I expect for a shot into the abyss.

The front of my cock resembles the mouth of a small fish.

it inspires me.

I touch a member with joy looking at his photos.

I take my testicles in my hands and I massage them gently and tenderly.

This abyss of my loneliness. I am different than others.

These photos, although beautiful, will not lead me to orgasm.

I have to find another way to awaken my desires.

My dream lover.

Nothing else makes any sense

The world exists only to be digested by me.

Those slanderous looks, everybody get in my way

Your church, school, community, work, tradition, your humanity ...

All these things will never tie my wrists.

I am transcendental

My own buttocks.

I made love with my double. I filled the doll with pleasure.

I filled myself with pleasure. Pleasure flows in the veins of the doll.

And it flows in my veins. I have a relationship with myself.

A stream of warm semen comes out of my penis.

Yauza, Yauza, Yauza ...

Like most schools ...

built in American cities in the mid-twentieth century

Benton Harbor College is proud of its open policy admitting students

Literally everyone among them whores, tramps and illiterates

drug addicts, drunkards, convicted of sexual offenses, have access

to this palace of knowledge.

Benton Harbor College is a sanctuary for future air conditioning specialists.

Now I'm in a hurry to school!

Their diplomas are pointless.

Still, I would like to work here. I love to teach.

Groups of students who write what I say, they absorb every word.

Sheila Grimmlager

I reach out my hand ...

fearing the inevitable moment when Mrs. Grimmlager's hand touches mine

Handshake with another person is an act of suicide.

Her hand is a trap, a cauldron.

It's like a hot water bottle or glove full of bull semen.

Hello Mrs. Grimmlager. I am Professor Jonathan Barrows.

We exchanged in the last two weeks many emails.

I'm sure you remember me. - Professor Barrows ...

No i don't remember

I came for an interview. I'm a little early, I know.

I didn't know there was a conversation today

What position are you applying for?

Associate professor of intellectual thought.

My penis woke up. And it has nothing to do with Mrs. Grimmlager.

Dr. Mendoza carries out all the conversations at this school.

So you have to talk to him but today it will not come.

When will he be on campus? - Has a seminar every Monday.

On Monday, what time?

from 6 to 9.

But sometimes the lessons are later.

And in which room?

Hall 121

And what course name, if I may ask?

"Love yourself, love others

and love me "

Can you tell Dr. Mendoza call me Cristal Inn

to set a date for the conversation.

Hotel Crystal Inn, Jonathan Barrows.

I will tell him personally Professor Barrows.

Yes, please do so.

LOOK OUT

I'll take oysters

Do you know that oysters are an aphrodisiac?

Do you know what an aphrodisiac?

it means that desire increases.

I would also like eggnog.

You know how to make eggnog, right?

No, but I'm sure the boss knows.

Here are your oysters, Mr. Fu-Fu

Here are your oysters. Does not matter.

I would like to be the oyster Mr. Fu-Fu.

Why? So I can send you

Hahaha...

Oysters are such a sexy product.

Does that look sexy?

LOOK OUT

Cold sea restraint in my mind, like irritated bubbles.

It's time to reap the benefits growing in my erotic garden.

Maybe I could get a quick number in the toilet.

Nobody looks better than me.

Gently rub the margarine into the penis,

for more intense pleasure, I rub margarine into the anus.

Masturbating over the sink. I am so beautiful that my heart breaks.

I caress the testicles gently.

My penis is wonderfully excited.

I gently massage the perineum.

The penis decreases, weakens, but drops of semen still drip.

I wipe the sperm from the stomach with a paper towel.

Wherever I go, I leave a mark.

When I experience a moment of digestion

I remember that human beings and food, must be digested.

They are consumed for use.

I devour human beings, of course not literally. I use them, in a sense I don't eat them.

Strange creatures. You are nothing more than a meal from the best restaurant.

I eat out of the boxes what pleases me.

You are nothing more than a meal, something to eat.

I swallow each of you. People are biodegradable.

I went out to walk.

local pump room on Impression Avenue.

She knows it's me, of course, like everyone else.

Wherever I go, men and women they follow me with seductive eyes.

My appearance encourages them.

A woman with nasty big boobs

he comes over to the table and sits down in front of me, uninvited.

She is too close. Her movements are too sudden, unexpected, too feminine.

Hi. My name is Gina.

My friends call me Gin. so I love to drink Gin!

Can i sit with you

I am here for one reason: I want Absynth's glass and I'm on my way.

I have little time. Are you a waitress

No, I'm just one of the girls. What's your name?

You shouldn't talk to me, Gabriello

There is absolutely no symmetry between us.

Your consciousness is different than mine.

If she were worthy of being addressed, I would say:

"Hello, my name is Jonathan Barrows."

I didn't want to disturb you, but you looked peaceful

Do you see this waiter?

He really likes me very much.

You can see why

I can tell you

just like other guys like the waiter who works here

Do not tell anyone, but I gave him my number ...

He has been calling me every day for the last months

I will delete all messages, but I listened to one last night

begins with "Please, Gina. Call me, Gina. Only once. "

So I did it. I told him to stop calling me.

What is he thinking now? He thinks ...

will I go out with him or that I have respect for him? after calling me all month.

Come on, it's funny.

Anyway, I told him on the phone he's a really nice guy but ...

not my type.

besides, he is a waiter. This is like what? Like extra work or something?

I want a guy with a good career.

Not a waiter who puts a hamburger on me every time we meet.

You look like a decent guy.

And well dressed.

And you look like Jude Law

But the waiter ...

He doesn't know how to dress I'm not talking about this outfit because he is at work now.

But I saw him once at this awful work with his brother

who is also dark, looked like a Spaniard, like him

He, I mean the waiter, was wearing, I don't make up

he was wearing washed jeans.

you know with such white spots

Oh my god i'm not kidding

He was wearing, I'm not kidding he was wearing sneakers.

White sneakers.

My God, it's like the 90's

Anyway, there's a guy at Hotel Chrystaline

is the manager of the day

he is handsome and well built ...

I have a weakness for strong arms and muscles.

I approached him

I can say that the feeling was mutual

complimented my breasts

As you can see, I have very large breasts.

Men like it.

I don't have to pay for meals anymore

but i'm such a good girl i'm not kidding I'm serious.

I am very religious because my parents were. Are you religious?

I am a Christian but I don't believe that God exists outside this world.

Why so?

Because I am God.

What?

What do you mean? Jesus is God.

It may be hard to believe, but Jesus of Nazareth he wasn't a shepherd

but a random madman.

Jesus Christi, Jesse Predictor They predicted my coming.

As long as you live, while you breathe - I'm the only one You have met any god.

Do you know rock? Wrestler. I did it with him.

I would not like to brag about it if I were you.

I'm so hot you could fry eggs on my boobs.

By the way, I don't know if you know but

my anus hair is dyed in colors red, white and blue

the colors of our wonderful country

LOOK OUT

Sometimes, like July 4 ...

I lean over the highway, part my buttocks

so that drivers and pedestrians can see my dyed hair on the anus.

drivers usually shout obscene things.

Do you know what, Mr. Elegant?

I am looking for new candidates.

I have three boys, but you smell good and you wear nice things.

And I think you are the right candidate.

I've been in town for several days.

I'm here for a job interview, I don't have time for relationships.

And for a short relationship?

Even a short relationship is too long for me.

Come on, bitch. Shit, you fucking bitch.

Take off, bitch.

Show me a dick, a fucking dick.

Show the testicles, I want to see those dangling testicles, bitch!

Show me your ass Show me your ass

show, show.

What is this?

It's not mine. Is this the previous tenant?

I have to think about something else.

Wherever I go, men and women they follow me with lustful eyes.

Every woman wants me.

Every man wants to be me

because I'm like a swan

hovering over this swamp, which is the Cristal Hotel.

Cholera! Time to masturbate.

YOU ARE NOT THE BUTTON OF THE WORLD

LOOK OUT

Hotel Cristal. How can I help you?

This is Jonathan Burrows. My room was devastated.

What happened?

My suitcase and all my things are scattered all over the room.

There is rubbish on the floor, my shampoo is splashing against the wall.

How do you know they were "they"? Those who committed vandalism?

I do not know. Someone.

So you think one person did it?

What if it was a gang? I have no idea how many there were?

Don't know how many people were involved? No I do not know!

What if it was an animal?

Listen! I don't know who or what he did I want somebody to come here and clean up now.

Was something stolen? Don't you want to call the police?

I won't call the police. The police are not a professional cleaning service.

From what I see nothing has been stolen,

And if the police are so incompetent like the rest at Benton Harbor, ...

I really can't do anything anyway, that's not the point.

Please send someone who will clean my room. Now!

What do you expect from me?

Ok so I'll say it again I emphasize.

You could come here and clean my room. Now!

It's not my job, it's not my job at all.

So let someone else do it? Who?

I don't know, maid? Maid?

Yes maid. Let him move his ass and come clean.

The maid is gone today. What?

I said the maid is gone today. - What does it mean?

She went home. She was very tired.

Are you saying that there is only one maid in this hole?

No, sometimes I'm like a maid, but a male maid

Sometimes I do her job if she doesn't work.

But I'm not like a real maid.

Come here and clean my fucking room.

Why don't you clean it yourself?

Why don't I clean up? Because for this, "Hallat", you have paid. - What does it mean?

What? Hallat.

Hallat. Hallat is a slave slave like you.

I am not your slave. The maid is not your slave.

She is not your personal cleaner or your whore.

Listen ... if you can't come clean my room ...

according to the simple instructions which you obviously can't do it

send someone else to do it.

I can't do anything, Mr. Arrogant.

LOOK OUT

I start reading in the comfort of the Cristal hotlu my translation

"Exceptional personality and its properties"

From time to time, I gently massage the tip penis with your free hand.

What are you reading

Rows of letters.

If you were to describe the book in one sentence, What would it be

I can sum up the whole text in three words.

Really? And what words would that be?

Leave me alone!

I dream

I dream of dancing. My penis floats gracefully in the wind

Subject of sexual desire is never elegant.

Heterosexual men would be excited they are looking for breasts

For the same reason heterosexual women to stimulate looking for penises.

This is absurd

Breasts and penises are grotesque Because of this, they stimulate.

What is this? Go away.

Do you want to see my thong?

What? I said

Do you want to see my thong?

What do you say to me, female?

My name is Mandy Mr. Nipple

Mr. Nipple.

And now... I will show you my thong.

LOOK OUT

I'm so hot you can fry eggs on my boobs.

Thanks for the nice visit, but unfortunately I am very busy.

What is going on? You don't like girls?

Do you really consider yourself an old slut girl?

I am 35 years old, I still have many wonderful years ahead of me.

Okay, Manuela, let me explain to you language you understand.

My name is Mandy.

Mandy you are as important to me as you are

something random, meaningless.

What? Listen?

My eyes close in the dark.

I'm alone with music in my head.

But ... what this time?

Stunning cacophony. Rap, rock, hip-hop, bling-blang

or whatever it's called these days, penetrates the wall.

Someone, I think he was a great German philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer,

once wrote: "Mind is like a diamond."

Noise causes cracks in the diamond. Dark, shiny, lonely.

The value of a diamond decreases with each blow of noise.

My name is Sasha my name is Buttermilk.

I have enough music for today.

Who do you think you are Who am I?

I am Jonathan Barrows. And I'm infinitely more intelligent ...

infinitely more attractive and infinitely more charming than you are.

I don't know why he's so confident but that's nice.

A game hard to come by.

You smell nice, Mr. Super-Duper. I can forgive you the words you said.

How can you not like this music?

This is not music.

Music, in the true sense of the word, it's music in the heart.

This noise is taking you away from itself,

disturbs concentration.

Listen, this sucks. It doesn't turn me on.

You know, if you really want me to get excited ...

turn off this fucking music and leave me alone.

Everything you want, Mr. Super-Duper.

I love looking at boobs. Show me your nipples.

You know what? You remind me my cousin Joshua.

You have exactly the same eyebrows.

You know my cousin Joshua liked me but ...

we've never been close together until I was 18 years old,

then one day he called me and said: "Hey baby, let's go to Lobster King"

So we had a date, although at the time I didn't know it was a date.

After leaving Lobster King said: "You know that you are mine, darling, for lobster"

"You know you are mine, darling, for lobster"

That's what he said.

He went to the parking lot next to the hamburger booth, then ...

he tried to pull my panties on and put my finger in my ass.

I felt a latex glove in my ass, shouted:

"Stop it, you fucking pervert!" "What you imagine?"

He looked like a dead lobster that had been out in the air for too long.

He slipped his hands under my skirt and started playing with my ass.

And then he said:

"Give me some sweet love, honey. We are a family, we should love each other. "

I took off my shoe and started beating him.

His face was chapped and his nose was shattered.

I'm serious. It was so gross.

You know, one bachelor once offered me $ 10,000 for posing in transparent underwear.

I will offer you twice as much to keep you in your clothes.

You know, you should be kinder to us, Mr. Super Duper, if you want what you want.

The three of us could have fun. How?

Have sex. I don't have sex.

I have intermittent intercourse.

So you want to smoke us or not? Get to work.

No, I like intermittent intercourse, definitely

You are the result unsuccessful abortions.

I love myself

I love myself, I love myself, I love myself

I love myself, I love myself, I love myself

I put my member between my thumb and the index finger of the left hand

I masturbate I am immersed in ecstasy.

I think of my ass, its streamlined shape

Lust rises in my stomach.

The semen is ready to escape

The semen geyser is a volcanic hell.

I feel a great passion for myself.

Waiting for semen to explode.

My vision fades, I fall asleep

My dream is strong.

Stinking whores.

Table for how many people?

Table for one person.

When you say to the waiter "a table for one person" you almost always have a table guaranteed will be in the most quiet place of the restaurant.

Except tonight.

A couple is sitting next to my table.

Maybe I will ask the waiter for separation.

I will quickly order Lobster Thermador, I will eat and leave.

The waiter tells me that Lobster King is the most popular restaurant

and they don't have Lobster Thermador on offer.

In return, I ordered the lobster Paté.

They see me looking at them. I see them looking at me.

What do they want in God's name?

I'm sorry sir. Hi.

Maybe you'd like to join us does that mean to our table?

I saw you sitting alone and I said to my wife

"The guy looks lonely" Why don't you eat with us?

I see you are alone, come on, we'll make friends It'll be fun.

Lonely? This word means nothing to me.

I'm always alone but never alone.

Loneliness is a feeling I have never experienced.

Only the weak are lonely only the lonely are weak.

Being alone is something I prefer

but I had no choice but to join them.

Even if I stayed at my table, they would try to get me into the conversation.

I'll talk to them.

Hello. My name is Jonathan Barrows.

My name is Brian. This is my wife, Beata.

We got married two months ago. Right baby

I am sorry to hear it.

Marriage is the destruction of one's own self.

You are dressed in dark, Mr Barrows. Do you always wear dark colors?

Maybe my colors are bright but maybe your eyes are too stupid to see it?

Beata and I discussed abortion.

As a woman, Beata obviously supports women's rights to decide for yourself

What should she do?

There are only a few female pro-life moves.

I myself am a boy from the 90s

so I support women's right to choose.

Everyone should be free to choose. Are you for freedom of choice? No.

All right, everyone can have different views in our country.

Everyone is free to speak or express thoughts.

The differences are good.

You have to be for life, that's fine.

No.

So what is your view on abortion?

I am for abortion.

For abortion?

For abortion ... what does that mean?

Who is healthy thinking for abortion?

Oh ... I know, I know he is forced to say that.

Not really Seriously? Abortion is not a choice that women would like to face

It is definitely a traumatic experience for her but ...

it's their bodies, so

who I am, who is any person to say what can ...

Young women should be encouraged to get pregnant and have an abortion.

Blah-blah, blah-blah, blah-blah ...

You know, it's typical for people to talk to each other, when sitting at one table.

One day you will be crushed by a truck full of frozen cardboard ice cream cartons.

Brian is so cute. Every day he tells me that I am a fantasy of every man.

Imagination. Yes, it's true to some extent.

You are an oasis of the mind.

An oasis that offers nothing, even refreshment.

Listen Lord All-Knowing, this is my wife, you won't insult her.

Your arrogance is really arrogant.

I can say you are smart but you are not the only wise person in Benton Harbor, Michigan.

The more you try to offend me ...

the more you confirm my infinite superiority.

You are just a random viewer of my majesty.

Why don't you leave? You crossed the border.

Beware

LOOK OUT

The conversation never took place. Whose conversation? Mr. Lord Barrows?

Yes, my interview. It never happened.

Dr. Mendoza didn't contact you?

No, Dr. Mendoza has not contacted me yet

did you tell him that I stayed at the Cristal Hotel?

Yes Mr. Barrows, I got it over him.

When? 2 days ago.

And what did he say? About what?

What did Dr. Mendoza say when you told him that am I staying at the Cristal Hotel?

He said nothing, nodded.

Confirmed that he knew who I was?

No, unless the nod was a form of confirmation.

But this nod could also be a sign of indifference or boredom.

He may not have known who you are.

He may not have listened.

It is possible that he nodded just to calm me down.

Mrs. Grimmlager, what exactly did you tell him?

I told him Mr. Barrows had come for an interview

I also told him you were staying at the Cristal Hotel.

And what did he say? How did he react

I told you, Mr. Barrows, that he nodded and that was all.

Mrs. Grimmlager, is Dr. Mendoza now?

No, Mr. Barrows.

As I said, he has seminars on Monday evening.

He is responsible for only one lecture this summer.

Can I talk to the headmaster of this school?

If you want, but she has nothing to do with interviews or the hiring process.

The position you are applying for - professor of intelligent thinking

is the department of Dr. Mendoza and only him.

Do you know what, sir?

You look like this actor

Which actor - You know this actor ...

What's his name you know ... let me think.

I know. You look like Jude Law.

I'm sorry, but I'm not like Jude Law.

Do you think my hair looks nice?

Do you like wavy curls?

LOOK OUT

I don't understand the strange behavior of Mrs. Grimmlager.

I don't understand why I haven't had a conversation yet.

I don't know where Dr. Mendoza is.

I don't understand why Dr. Mendoza hasn't called me yet.

I don't understand why I'm here.

I don't understand why everyone at Benton Harbor looks insane.

I will find Dr. Mendoza, I will have a conversation

The fact that I still didn't have a phone call from him is a serious insult.

The fucking bastard just won't talk to me.

Dr. Mendoza invited me to school

for a job interview for a period of 10 years.

I got an email from him in which he clearly emphasized.

Mrs. Grimmlager? It's pathetic when she ignored me.

She knew exactly who I was.

She sent me three e-mails

Secretaries are like dogs, all unnecessary.

No one ever forgets Jonathan Barrows.

I didn't have the conversation I was promised.

I do not want to lecture in such an institution

however, I demand a conversation.

Dr. Mendoza will talk to me or kill him.

either or

Simple because murder is illegal, which does not mean it is immoral.

If Dr. Mendoza refuses to talk to me,

I'll kill him.

Nobody refuses to talk to Jonathan Barrows.

It is here that Dr. Mendoza conducts his seminars.

After 35 minutes

i will catch him. In due time I will leave and demand a conversation.

If he refuses to talk to me, I will destroy him.

Even if he agrees to talk, I can beat him with my fists.

I'll break him.

All my life I've been repelled, dung, disgraced

I was deprived of what fully belongs to me.

I am waiting for dr. He would teach me Mendoza

I am waiting for enlightenment.

Can't you hear the scream of the planet

He calls you to join the society.

How will you respond to this call?

How to become part of society? The answer is simple: get married!

Marriage is not, as is often thought, a simple matter.

It's not just a relationship of two independent people.

When a woman marries, she is no longer independent.

Now he is a member of society.

When a man marries, he is no longer independent.

He also becomes a member of society.

They are not only connected with each other.

Together they are connected to society.

Together they have family fun.

Marriage is a contract with society.

Enriches your personality with social features.

A woman is not a woman unless she marries a man

A man is not a man unless he marries a woman.

After marriage, you will have children

which one day will also become part of this great human ocean which is society.

Thus, marriage cannot be seen as a personal relationship.

I don't fuck my wife's vagina

Society fucks her vagina

My wife's vagina is not my property

belongs to society.

The pleasures of life are limited to the lonely.

Nothing is more fun than a wedding

and no one is happier than married.

The joy of being together in society.

Surrender Give me your loneliness.

And become part of this fantastic human mosaic called life.

Everything we do concerns the individual.

And the individual is nothing but someone who avoids social destiny.

As a result, he will never be greater than himself.

His life will not be socially productive and will not make sense.

He refuses marriage.

Individualists think of themselves as separate atoms floating in space.

We are all glued together in an invisible network.

We call this marriage life.

If I hit the table with my fist, that's how

someone in the Czech Republic will feel the echo.

Shake your sanctuaries burn devils in your city.

Lower the shield that protects you from other people.

Surrender Give yourself to society.

Enough.

LOOK OUT

What nonsense. How dare you question the superiority of the individual?

The individual is the source of every value, not society.

It's a great personality that decides what matters.

Only it gives value to the world.

And for this reason personality is above society.

Communists, you honor the throne,

you idealize mediocrity.

In this culture, everything is limited to mediocrity.

Everyone must be the same as everyone else.

Everything you say is known to everyone

Nothing can be extraordinary, nothing can remain a secret.

We are witnessing the banalization of the world ...

And nowhere is this more evident than in this teaching institution.

What you teach is a confirmation of what students already know.

This institution does not even deserve to be called a university.

I have never seen such a bunch of idiots anywhere.

All you are poor, you are all stupid because you are poor and stupid you are religious fanatics,

and worse - slaves of the State.

They will catch you. You want that? Run away!

Turn him on his stomach.

Take a pusher! Take a pusher!

I have a scuffler.

Satan rapes you anally, Satan sodomizes you.

No crime is as great as wasting sperm.

Now I know. Now I understand.

Now I understand why these things happen.

Now I understand why such things happen to me.

Now I understand why these things that happen to me they happen to me.

Now I understand why such things happen to me.

The desire is hatred, the desire is hatred ...

ACT II

When I was 28, I killed my promoter.

Simple because murder is illegal which doesn't mean it's unethical.

He ruined my career.

He often grabbed my arm and shook me violently shouting:

Exit the library, go deep into life

You won't find real life in the books.

When someone says: "Exit the library"

Means: "I want you to be exactly the same as me."

When somebody calls you a nerd, means:

"Your mind power exceeds mine"

I saw him as he was: dead matter, a mechanical object.

Like all mechanical objects it will be dismantled.

His piercing mind was transparent for my "pistol" visions.

I'll kill him. There is nothing easier than to do it.

I was going to pierce his penis with a sewing needle.

My promoter once advised me:

I heard you applied for a position at Princeton.

We'll see what comes out of it.

When somebody says "We'll see what comes of it"

means: "You have no chance"

I know why you are here, Mr. Barrows.

You feel improperly that I deprived you of my chance for professional success.

I contacted the Career Development Center.

I know exactly what you did.

Debbie made a serious mistake.

He won't continue his career for sure

Forgiveness will make you a better man, Mr. Barrows.

The doctrine of forgiveness propagated by founder of Jesus of Nazareth, ...

Are you angry at me

I understand why.

I can't recommend you as a trustworthy person.

It seems that someone with such a big ego is not right for the academic world.

The scholarship assumes a certain level of self-sacrifice,

respect for discipline more than for myself

Of course, you can talk about your effectiveness in a positive way.

You are an independent person

but there are some disadvantages in your hard individualism.

You are too independent to be a scientist.

It's too early for you, Mr. Barrows.

Really, that's typical for teens.

What is it, Mr. Barrows?

The elephant sedative guarantees that the mind stays alert

but there is a state of complete paralysis.

What was still vigilant was the engine driving him: the parasitic brain.

I looked into his eyes.

I've never seen such black hatred in the eyes of a human being.

It's so much fun to have total control over someone else's body.

I came up with the idea to cut off his penis.

Touching male genitals made me sick.

I pulled out the tip of the penis and cut off the base of the genitals with a knife.

My hands were immediately covered in blood.

His mouth refused to take his penis.

He was heavily gagged in mad, unimaginable terror.

The body, smeared with blood, lay in front of me.

His silhouette melts on the carpet.

It's a plasma surface, moist with milky sperm.

He is dead now. Big body puppets.

He is no longer a human being, but a large lump body lying in black blood.

I look at the sky. The eternal sky is sterilized.

There is bloody rain from the sky.

I see Saturn's foam rings streams of death clouds.

Death is a day of sleep.

Necrophilia spreads in a remote area.

The sky is filled with black blood bubbles.

Are these the words of a dead man? I'm dead?

I look up at the sky and catalog star constellations.

The crucifixion is the most erotic event in the history of the world.

Miss Gretchen, a 26-year-old English teacher,

she should never punish Johnny Barrows. Never, never, never, never

Remove the pants!

Why did she do that?

To properly justify the reasons,

you need to have an idea about Gretchen's psycho-sexual past.

Gretchen never had a date, she avoided the opposite sex.

The thought that the penis could enter her vagina filled her with horror.

Only once did she reveal her secret.

She told the priest in confession.

They use these things to urinate.

I would like to have three penises, then I could penetrate all your holes at once.

A week later a priest who remained anonymous

he committed suicide by sliding a vacuum cleaner tube down his throat.

The vacuum cleaner sucked so hard that it ripped the liver to pieces.

Yes, despair at Gretchen's rejection led to suicide.

It's hard for me to finish this story. I loved Gretchen.

I imagined her breasts falling out of her bra

this lazy prison.

I created a wax dummy in its image, an exact copy.

I made a dummy from all night.

A keyhole between her legs, a delicate fold

it is not soft, warm and moist, even when I used corn oil.

I beat her again and again, smashing her head.

Reality shows have millions of viewers around the world.

Many of them are calling 1-888-ABORT-IT to vote.

Only 38% of the population of the country demanded that Paris Hilton

interrupted the life of a 3-month-old fetus.

According to rumors, Orlando Bloom is the father

but Bruce Willis is also suspected.

The program host happily announces to the audience:

Only 38% of viewers voted for abortion

so this child will live!

He pulls out a screaming, slimy mass from the bleeding vagina of Paris Hilton.

Cuts the umbilical cord with large steel scissors ...

and shows the fetus covered with mucus to the camera.

A mixture of fat, meat and hair.

They only have two types of activities: watching TV and fucking.

Five months of fucking and watching TV.

Instead of looking at each other, they look at the TV screen.

And then they fuck.

Bobby doesn't say much. His nonchalance ...

guarantees his success with representatives of the opposite sex.

He fucked Jessica, Jennifer and Judith - Andrea's three friends.

Did you hear about this girl from the news?

I even remember her name: Sharol.

She was thrown off the cliff because she refused to dwarf.

What?

Sharol, wrote a book entitled:

"I was thrown off a cliff for sexually rejecting a dwarf."

I think she was at Oprah's.

What are you talking about, Andrea?

He was a dwarf and rejected him.

And then the dwarf took his revenge by throwing Sharol off a cliff.

Who is this Sharol? - Sharol is a cheerleader.

How do you know? - From the news.

And who is this dwarf? - Dwarf was rejected by Sharol.

Hey, that kid you are a nanny. Where is he?

Johnny? Is on top.

What if he saw us? - Yes?

"Yes?" You're 17, and I don't want your parents to find out.

Bobby, it's not illegal to kiss a 17-year-old girl.

I don't want Barrows to know we're having fun.

Parents won't find out. They're in Oregon all week.

What about the kid? Is he always in his room?

I only saw him once or twice, passing through his bedroom.

How old? - Thirteen.

You are only four years old and you are his nanny. It's so sexy.

It's really pretty. As a child, I mean.

Yes Yes. He would like to squirt on your nose

It's disgusting. - Well, he'd like to

like a roofer straight from above.

I'm not interested in girls.

Is he a fagot?

No, the boys are not interested in him either.

What does it mean? "He's not interested in girls or boys."

Is he some bestial? - He is in love with himself.

What? - He fantasizes about himself.

What?

Stand when he thinks about you.

Well ... wait

He takes naked pictures and uses them

That's why there are semen stains in the whole house, Bobby.

She lowers on the walls looking at a photo of her cock.

So does anal also with himself?

Bobby, I don't know.

He licks his cock and drinks his own sperm?

Bobby, I don't know.

Do you want to break into his room?

Come.

Andrea and Bobby learn the limits of pain.

They'll be sealed like sausages in a meat storage room.

They will be tortured like unwanted fetuses.

Johnny, we're just having fun.

When the monster opens its mouth, you hear the sound of a vacuum cleaner,

like the wind in an endless abyss.

The monster consists of two bodies that are sewn together with black threads.

This was her name, Andrea,

and he was once called Bobby

What Johnny did was not cruel ...

it was a logical continuation of the lovers' relationship.

The monster is a slippery, shaking mass of gelatin,

shaking and wet.

My mind is free from you.

Two slices of cheese, a slice of tomato with mayonnaise, mustard and ketchup

make up the first level of a triple cheesburger

The tomato is juicy and tasty, slightly overripe.

Lettuce leaves are too crunchy.

I prefer the lettuce leaves on my cheesburger to be moist and delicate.

There may be too much egg and milk in mayonnaise ...

so that the bottom and leaves of the lettuce are clogged.

I wet my tongue.

Attached to the chair in front of me is the world's most famous pop diva

It doesn't look like a star at all.

An ordinary female being.

Some form in the middle, neither a girl nor a woman.

Young women, female girl

I spotted her in a nightclub, seduced her, ...

I took her away from the company of bodyguards, stylists ...

lawyers and editors who surrounded her.

Do not worry. Is great. I'll call you later.

Ultimately I'm beautiful ruthless and heartless.

When we arrived at my driveway, I intoxicated her, dragged her home

and locked her in my dining room.

She is now aware.

Tied to the chair, he is choking on the tie he uses I tied her lips

On the radio, her new song "Funkalicious" from the album of the same title.

Certainly not intelligent.

What it is is common.

Fascinating in its ordinariness, banality and everyday life.

Nothing different from another 26-year-old American girl.

There is nothing unusual about it.

How is it possible that this girl became one of the most recognizable characters

in western culture?

Saying that everyone can be famous sounds trivial.

And yet it is true.

A man attacked by a tiger at the zoo can become famous.

Celebrities are absolutely exchangeable.

She is not even beautiful, imaginative or funny

She is not known for her ordinariness

She is known for her ordinariness.

She is absolutely indistinguishable from the average girl ...

that's why he's one of the most famous pop stars in Western civilization.

Everyone in this culture can be raised to the status of a deity.

If all the ancient gods are dead, like as we were told ...

then the new Gods are celebrities, romances, politics, ...

weakness. All these trivialities are obsessed.

Television is pure transcendence.

My decision to kill her was not dictated by hatred.

Every human being wants to desire

Perhaps there is nothing other than the desire to be desired.

Whoever is filming is desirable

Being filmed means wanting to be desired.

Being desired by everyone means that you become God.

Television is an apotheosis of experience

The new god is a celebrity the celebrity is the new God.

Instead of looking at ourselves, we look at the stars.

Jesus will create a channel about you.

She told me before I tied her up.

Words don't describe it

how common you are

Surprisingly big for such a little girl.

Such beautiful fingers.

Her fingers stepped back as if they were trying to hide.

As if they knew that each of them would soon be separated from the foot.

"Little pig went to the market"

Color: Christmas candies

"Little piggy stayed at home /"

Color: sea breeze

"Little pig has roast beef"

Color: strawberry sorbet

"And little piggy has nothing"

Color: Fruit Sangria

"Little pig went wee, wee, wee"

Color: crumble with plums and berries.

"home"

Do you like dirty things? I'm doing dirty things

You can lick me anywhere.

Just free me

I will do everything you want.

I will drink my own urine.

I once saw her eating grasshoppers in red chillies in a trendy Hollywood restaurant.

Do her fingers taste the same?

I will make her eat her own fingers.

I will cut off one of her breasts, attach it to a stick and whip her with it.

Soon in the driveway I will hear the sound of footsteps,

scream for me to open the door,

but not before I shoot her head.

LOOK OUT