DOCTOR HANNIBAL LECTER’S CHRISTMAS STOCKING STUFFER FROM HIS OWN ‘GOTHIC’ QUARTERS CALLED HOME
Happy times ahead from our SURREALIST WRITER ERIC LASTICK and the small team at the site! Have a good one – Leigh, Andrea and Eric!
( IN SINGLE OCCUPANT PRISON CELL)
DOCTOR LECTER DRAWS UP A CLOWN: He applies the finish brush works of an oil painting of ‘a clown’..Treasuring his psychological works of mind to his art. The severe & the monstrous display all over his painted walls— which enclose by light and the dim of casted shadows lifted slow cell ceiling air and it’s aroma of freight! His prison housed mantel, ties a Christmas stocking stuffer…care of Doctor Lecter. Although a distaste for “clowns” He trusts to investigate just the same…and deconstruct in art and pyschomania—right in the moment! SOLUTION: May just need to invest with a personal chef. Not to worry, he says to himself, as many adults…as well as children, do not always take to clowns. Especially the odd ones to which he visions. The doctor is compelled to visit this clown, in metaphor; based in it’s own origin and habitat, & ”drunk state’, basted along the back alleyways of wine baths… drips and drabs of blended whiskey…sewer rats and alley cats; and all the loose lady sideways strumpets of old. All in one house. This Doctor’s house, boarding & blending with other clowns…and only a reach away on the stone hard prison walls. These clowns and it’s drawings look of the sociopath creature by all degrees. Big and small. As if agents of a strange kind of circus justices; whom must now step aside, because Doctor Lecter just bought a new tenderizer. A new cook book. A new resolution; as Lecter bides his time in fantasy escape…and dinner for one!
(”PLEASE MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME ON THE DOCTOR’S COUCH”)
LIVE, LAUGH AND LOVE: The festive of the season in goth…in hindsight and well past the crimes—the horrors of the night clash. An evening reign with upticks & gains—and in the terror of these heavies…bars of iron-clad topee—structure to strengths larger than Lion’s dens, as Hannibal so’ stand before us…and to a whole entire body of inquisitors—right here in this very framework. A chamber wish of horror for know one quite so squeamish—yet for us prowess junkies…and those made up of criminal minds; as if a star studded and studied strange super human…though maybe not human at all? Yet more than trophy …and much more than the skilled depths of psychology, Doctor Hannibal lists of his love of light classical music. Love of his stangeley savory tastes of meats mixed with fine wines. Placing one in the very throws of gladiators…Eat or Lion eat you! Then, the twist of mind may fall on the very back of you! Look in through the eyes of the beholder. Finding dark through every light, he will. So feast your own day, own way, this holiday season. You know he will, if only just in fantasy.
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS DOCTOR HANNIBAL, THE CANNIBAL, LECTER…Bares of the eternal, for the world, his world of one oyster…one whole shark tank. One breaded delight, cooked are the faces one devours. Daunted as fish heads…yes closed in sorries…it’s screams seem near or witnessed only to this Doctor’s closures. Closed doors that seal. Bated of sound yet silences of territory in centered precision. Claw and nail, a new frontier for the mad doctor’s poisonous sphere on the takeaway. In a thrust, as if the forever. And as brake, so goes the whole anatomy long. Deposits gather the wine, in sip…and in bite sizes—classical tracks, treasure maps in song. Journey a passageway, round and round his dream of feast and flesh. Swollen appetite gone wrong! So good night Doctor, as you remain locked and tied to one’s own thought’s of insane!
THE BIGGEST AND THE BEST CHRISTMAS EVER: Escape yet? Intimacy often a funny word. A strange phenomenon to a doctor such as he. Although a newly created escape hatched theme, in dialogue with Agent Clarice Starling. All close up and personal. Face to face. HANNIBAL SAYS: ”Kiss me to die …for. You have good taste. i do adore your cloth…it’s texture…and it’s scents. The smell of your perfumed world which now so blends with mine. This strange sort of love event shall make a fine filled supper of sorts. Dessert is one me!!”
(LAUGHTER OF ORIGINAL WEIGHTED LENGTHS)
DOCTOR LECTER IN PAUSE AND COLLECTING HIS THOUGHTS: ”Clarice, the red of your hair is almost blinding, as i am not feeling so well. Perhaps to eat another time? I gotta get on the prowl. THERE IS THIS HUNTING EVENT. I have my full suit pressed as you can see; and saving my energy and real appetite.
CLASSICAL BEETHOVEN, SONATA #20 IN G MAJOR As Lecter gives off his trademark blink-less stare of the horribles…and says: ”Clarice, it’s been a banquet touch & feel. We almost had it made.” Next, as the doctor slowly and gently conducts the classical sounds…& shows Clarice the master-key…and says: ”Would you be so ever kind to pass me the bludgeoned guard’s phone. I have a date with a bunch of Polar Bear club recipients…casting a fishing line, who really do not know, that they are the bate!”
HANNIBAL PONDER ALOUD…AND SAYS: ‘ ”I guess I’d need a nice white wine topper. Cheese and crackers deboned; or better known as fillets, removed spines or as sword fish–too gored–on! Gosh you make me hungry Clarice. Just the look of you. So don’t take offense—but this doctor must humbly excuse himself”
WHILE STILL CONDUCTING THE SONATA TO IT’S END: Just as the English symphony funzi poet-sizes, and the doctor says: ”I need to get going right now…and in a sense, i am really very full on myself. You know,the mind’s eye, Clarice” He’s looking directly through her without a blink of an eye. She wants to cry and scream in terror…but it’s all used up…as she stays rectitude in a shock state. The doctor packs a small bag dressed in his finest tweeds and begins his journey on the outside world again. More than the promised window with a view. A step weekly at an abandoned ocean toxic view…and says quite blithely: “See you my dear. Happy new year…and bon appetite!”
HANNIBAL CAUGHT WITH ANIMAL CHAINS AND CAGE. BROUGHT BACK TO HIS RIGHTFUL PLACE AT THE PRISON FOR THE CRIMINALLY INSANE: Doctor Lecter back in his cage of purposeful miscreants of one quite insane. Penitentiary set and believe in the accomplished classical gauze of the heavy bleed. Bite mark and crows feet that bounce back on one another. Eery and frightening —like a snake monster at will…on the take. A token. Rabbit has no run. Eyes that see…and see through your every thought. Every draw of breath become your potential last. Every hide to another, ”spring into action!” Audition to oneself–as game…and as a game. The forecast draw clearer…as this Doctor of dark, finally receives the cocktail of no returns.