Poison Page #2
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- 1991
- 85 min
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for his own.
And that the world of force
and manly beauty
loved in that way,
within itself
from link to link.
It was from then on,
when they merged in shadow
that each group
offered me a puzzle.
The stiff, silent males
possessed the violence of love
and my life's study,
would be to find it.
16 years had passed
when the maximum security
prison at Fontenal
brought me face to face
with my deliverance:
Jack Bolton
Age 28
175 pounds,
75 inches
formerly, a captive at Baton.
Come on, p*ssy.
You know what?
You make me wanna puke.
Want to suck it, b*tch?
You want to suck it,
you want to crawl for it ...
Yes you do ...
Is it Jack Bolton?
Cannon!
Here?
Since today.
John, a friend of mine, man.
Jack Bolton
Johnny Broom.
- Baton?
- Yes
I knew.
You swallow it by the mouthful,
Don't you, birdy?
Jissom by the jug, right??
You want it real bad,
don't you, punk?
Don't you, slug?
Who's a pretty boy?
Hey you!
Shine.
Annoying Mr. Ass?
Not me, chief.
That's a good boy,
Think fast, f*ggot.
You want it real bad, doncha?
Doncha?
You want me to shoot it up
your hole? Is that it, huh?
Go on, marry him.
You know you love him.
What? Me, marry him?
Richie was
a complicated boy.
On the one hand, very intelligent.
But at the same time ...
withdrawn.
the amount of animosity
that he would induce
in the other children
out of nowhere.
Like, there was this kid called Brad.
because of what he believed
Said was really a prince
and his dad was a king.
The weird thing was that Richie
didn't fight back.
He'd just sit there
until the teacher came.
And he was all bloody.
He was a perfect child.
A perfect baby.
Very independent.
Very smart.
Never fussed.
reading stories and coloring.
private things.
Private games.
- Thanks a lot.
- Forget it.
I got it
from Baton.
It's loyalty.
- To the shithole?
- Maybe.
Better than this.
No way.
They're straight with you here.
You know what's what.
Don't be too sure.
Hey, you got any rolls?
That's alright, man.
Forget it, okay?
Baton.
Ok.
I'll see you later.
Bolton's re-emergencence in my life
contradicted any memory
I had of him as a child.
At Baton he was
solemn and small.
Even I picked on him.
Stay out of my way, Bolton.
You hear me?
Something about my memory
but I could not put my finger
on just what it was.
All night long
of which he was the center,
and I always gave that life,
which was begun over and over
and transformed a dozen times,
a violent end.
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