Mimesis

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May?

May?

"Night of the Living Dead. "

The dead who live on living flesh.

The dead whose haunted souls

hunt the living.

The living whose bodies

are the only food

for these ungodly creatures.

"Night of the Living Dead. "

May! No!

A man is sick

and tired of working.

So he goes into his job one day

and starts blowing people away

with a semiautomatic handgun.

A kid is fed up

with his classmates and elders,

so he walks in the school

and starts shooting everybody.

And parents and officials

quickly gather

to figure out which movie it was

that caused this kind of behavior.

Whose fault is it?

Besides their own, of course.

Is it this movie?

Is it that movie?

And there's never anybody saying,

"Excuse me,

the guy was disturbed. "

No, no.

It's our fault.

I have personally been sued twice

and I take it as a compliment.

And it's not too bad for sales either.

Wow, that's... that's hilarious.

- What? Sucks.

- Men have been killing men

for a lot longer than I've been

walking the Earth, I'll tell you that.

And it probably

wouldn't be so disturbing

if we didn't have to hear about it

every time some guy went nuts.

The truth of the matter is this.

We are capable of heinous crimes,

yet we're always shocked to find out

that our neighbor

is not John Wayne Gacy.

I mean, big deal.

My parents used to live

right next to Jeffrey Dahmer in Ohio.

- Shh.

- Why are you shush...

- why are you turning around?

- No!

Your neighbor

is not John Wayne Gacy

because that's not the world

we live in.

We don't live in

"Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood,"

we live in hell.

You have a serious problem

if this guy's your hero. Serious.

Your neighbor is not content

with playing violent video games

- or watching terror porn.

- "Terror porn"?

No, no, this guy wants something

much more than that.

He wants to live it.

He wants to smell it.

He wants to taste it.

Today's sicko...

wants the real thing.

Yeah, he should know

'cause he's a sick man.

He should know.

- Clap. Clap.

- I'm not clapping.

I'm not clapping.

Everything he said is bullshit.

- Shut up.

- That's horrible.

When we was in line, he was a joke.

We got to the table, he was a joke.

- He's not a joke.

- And after we left, he still a joke.

- He's my hero you're talking about, D.

- It's a problem, that's your hero.

It's a serious problem

that that is your... hero.

Hello.

Did you see? It's like Halloween

at the sorority house right now.

- Did you see that?

- No, I didn't see it.

- Did you see...

- I didn't see it.

You're a fan. You're staring

at the autograph? Seriously?

Okay, I'm not just a fan.

It's more than that. It's like a...

How do I explain this?

It's like a culture, okay?

- It's a lifestyle...

- It's a waste of time.

- It's a waste of time?

- Yes.

How is it a waste of time?

How is this a waste of time?

You can't f*ck it.

- No, you can't f*ck it.

- I know.

If you can't taste it,

it's not real. It's a fantasy.

Well, this made it a little bit

more real for me, okay?

On a fake script?

That's what we taught her.

- Thank you so much.

- Wow.

Can you say Child Services?

Stupid parents bring their kids

to these things

thinking they're frickin'

Drew Barrymore or some shit.

The energy put into that could go

into something more productive.

Sports, music, something.

I'm sorry. I just started doing

my thing right next to you.

I'll get out of your way

as soon as I find...

Don't worry, don't worry.

Take your time, take your time.

Attention, horror fans.

Tickets are still available...

- My name's Judith.

- Duane.

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