patrick bateman

zütüne gib sok geçer.

ananızı giber o kadar

adamın dibi

christian bale'e ne rol giydirsen gidiyor amk adam süper ve ötesi

Versace, armani,valentine takimlar

dorsia'da rezerve edilmis guzel bi masa

Tunnel club

kokain

wall street

muhtesem bi kartvizit

huey lewis

1,000 mekik 1,000 sinav

Yilligi 5,000$ xclusive spor salonu uyeligi

cilt bakim urunleri

manhattan

kan

kana susamislik

muhtesem bir ego

Azap ceken bi ruh

... patrick bateman

hey paul!

There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis; my punishment continues to elude me, and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.

reissssss

I live in the American Gardens building on West 81st street. My name is Patrick Bateman. I'm 27 years old.

I believe in taking care of myself, and a balanced diet and a rigorous exercise routine. In the morning, if my face is a little puffy, I'll put on an ice pack while doing my stomach crunches. I can do a thousand now. After I remove the ice pack, I use a deep pore cleanser lotion.

In the shower, I use a water activated gel cleanser. Then a honey almond body scrub. And on the face, an exfoliating gel scrub. Then apply an herb mint facial mask, which I leave on for 10 minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine.

I always use an aftershave lotion with little or no alcohol, because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion.

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 life styles are probably comparable, I simply am not there.