Marquis de Sade

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I don’t want to hurt you, I just want to kill you

Published September 12, 2012 by Sandee

I wrote this inspired by the Cannibal Corpse phrase above:

You violated.  And you’ll know how big a mistake you made when I’m done.  You’ll be a bleating peasant, on your knees.  I’ll rip the meat from your arms with my teeth and pull out your hair strand by strand.  I’ll tie you with wire, smash your toes with a mallet and have rats nestle with you in a tub filled with bloody piss.  I’ll pull out all of your teeth and dangle you from the 50th floor.  You’ll be fired from your job because your boss will believe every lie that I tell him about you.  I think of killing you in ways where you’ll live for a week before you die. You’ll want death.  But I won’t do it – you’ll die on your own from the torture.  I’ll cry with you then snatch my hand away and laugh at the snot on your face.  In that dimming light you will regret.

The Marquis de Sade did wha?!

Published August 16, 2012 by Sandee

When I went to my hairdresser yesterday – yes I have one – we talked about that original sadist, the Marquis de Sade from the 18th century.  My hairdresser read his diaries a while back.  He imagined that the Marquis de Sade’s journals of sexual deviance inspired much of the fetish culture today, as well as some erotic literature. We were talking about books, which lead to erotic literature which of course lead us to the Marquis de Sade.

Forget about 50 Shades of Grey, I want to read about the original sadist!  Mr. Marquis de Sade was ‘beyond deviant’ says my hairdresser.  “He killed people!” My hairdresser kept saying.  “He was a count he could do whatever he wanted!  He killed people!” He says, raising his hands up and shaking his head.

I got that part.  But death and sex, they’re related right? Did my hairdresser say that the Marquis had sex with people at the brink of death?  Scary.  I’m in!  No, not ‘in’ for that kind of sex, I could never be into that kind of sex, please!  I meant that I’m in for reading about it.  Wink wink.

Aside from all that icky sex and death, The Marquis has been called the ‘first socialist’ and ‘free spirit’, as he was a ‘proponent of extreme freedom, unrestrained by morality, religion, or law’, according to what I read in Wikipedia.  And he was admired by surrealists!  Wow, surrealists, wowwww…