Dr. Caligari - Surrealistic, Nightmarish, Expressionistic, Poetic
Stephen Sayadian's Dr. Caligari from 1989 is one of my favorite movies. I was going through some of my old writing and came across a synopsis I wrote for it.
The Caligari Insane Asylum (CIA, to those in the know) is an unusual place. Built on a festering toxic waste dump, its strangely two-dimensional towers rise darkly against the night sky in an expressionistic wriggle of impossible angles. It's no surprise that the patients are a strange bunch, but their keepers are little better. There's leering Dr. Avol (Fox Harris), and Dr. and Nurse Lodger (David Parry and Jennifer Balgobin), a peculiar couple who do everything--smoke, speak, move--in tandem. Strangest of all is Dr. Caligari (Madeleine Reynal) herself, a statuesque beauty whose professional interests have a distinctly lurid cast. Years of research into the function of the hypothalamus have convinced her that she can use the preserved brain juice of her famous grandfather to absorb his intellect. But before she goes sticking long, nasty needles into her own forehead, she perfects the process through experimentation on her patients. Dr. Avol sanctions her investigations by looking the other way, but the Lodgers disapprove strongly. They're willing to resort to drastic measures to see Caligari stopped, but are no match for the ravishing degenerate and her unholy obsessions. Justice nevertheless prevails, as Caligari's brain-fluid switching goes awry and leads to a terminal confusion of personalities.
Quick blog before bed
I recently completed the sixty day Insanity workout program twice! That's one hundred twenty days altogether. Most people quit after the first week, if not their first work out, but I built up my strength and stamina and kept coming back for more. It's a shame when people quit because they smoke or make other excuses for their lack of coordination and will power. They should work with what they have and build from there. Everyone starts at the beginning and I'm living proof that it pays off in the end.
Finishing Insanity has already left me discontent. I know I can push myself further. I'm eager for the next level. I've mastered the highest hour long cardiovascular workout and have been considering weight lifting for some time now. I'm starting PX90. It's basically hard cardio with weights. I don't want to become a huge bodybuilder, but my goal is to become more defined. I prefer the sinewy look and want to increase the lean muscle with very little body fat. I look my best this way. One day soon I will bulk up a bit and increase my gains. There is a time when every twink must grow a little. Become a young man. You can't be a twink bouncing on a bed forever. If you don't move on to the next stage of life, you'll get left behind. End up looking like Pee Wee Herman. Not very sexy. Kind of scary, actually. lol
I'll Have You Presently
ONE fine afternoon in the spring, some village girls were tending their sheep on the sand-dunes which intervene between the vast forests of pine covering the greater portion of the present department of Landes in the south of France, and the sea.
The brightness of the sky, the freshness of the air puffing up off the blue twinkling Bay of Biscay, the hum or song of the wind as it made rich music among the pines which stood like a green uplifted wave on the East, the beauty of the sand-hills speckled with golden cistus, or patched with gentian-blue, by the low growing Gremille couchée, the charm of the forest-skirts, tinted variously with the foliage of cork-trees, pines, and acacia, the latter in full bloom, a pile of rose-coloured or snowy flowers,--all conspired to fill the peasant maidens with joy, and to make their voices rise in song and laughter, which rung merrily over the hills, and through the dark avenues of evergreen trees.
Now a gorgeous butterfly attracted their attention, then a flight of quails skimming the surface.
"Ah!" exclaimed Jacquiline Auzun," ah, if I had my stilts and bats, I would strike the little birds down, and we should have a fine supper."
"Now, if they would fly ready cooked into one's mouth, as they do in foreign parts!" said another girl.
"Have you got any new clothes for the S. Jean?" asked a third; "my mother has laid by to purchase me a smart cap with gold lace."
"You will turn the head of Etienne altogether, Annette!" said Jeanne Gaboriant. "But what is the matter with the sheep?"
She asked because the sheep which had been quietly browsing before her, on reaching a small depression in the dune, had started away as though frightened at something. At the same time one of the dogs began to growl and show his fangs.
The girls ran to the spot, and saw a little fall in the ground, in which, seated on a log of fir, was a boy of thirteen. The appearance of the lad was peculiar. His hair was of a tawny red and thickly matted, falling over his shoulders and completely covering his narrow brow. His small pale-grey eyes twinkled with an expression of horrible ferocity and cunning, from deep sunken hollows. The complexion was of a dark olive colour; the teeth were strong and white, and the canine teeth protruded over the lower lip when the mouth was closed. The boy's hands were large and powerful, the nails black and pointed like bird's talons. He was ill clothed, and seemed to be in the most abject poverty. The few garments he had on him were in tatters, and through the rents the emaciation of his limbs was plainly visible.
The girls stood round him, half frightened and much surprised, but the boy showed no symptoms of astonishment. His face relaxed into a ghastly leer, which showed the whole range of his glittering white fangs.
"Well, my maidens," said he in a harsh voice, "which of you is the prettiest, I should like to know; can you decide among you?"
"What do you want to know for?" asked Jeanne p. 88 Gaboriant, the eldest of the girls, aged eighteen, who took upon herself to be spokesman for the rest.
"Because I shall marry the prettiest," was the answer.
"Ah!" said Jeanne jokingly; "that is if she will have you, which is not very likely, as we none of us know you, or anything about you."
"I am the son of a priest," replied the boy curtly.
"Is that why you look so dingy and black?"
"No, I am dark-coloured, because I wear a wolf-skin sometimes."
"A wolf-skin!" echoed the girl; "and pray who gave it you?"
"One called Pierre Labourant."
"There is no man of that name hereabouts. Where does he live?"
A scream of laughter mingled with howls, and breaking into strange gulping bursts of fiendlike merriment from the strange boy.
The little girls recoiled, and the youngest took refuge behind Jeanne.
"Do you want to know Pierre Labourant, lass? Hey, he is a man with an iron chain about his neck, which he is ever engaged in gnawing. Do you want to know where he lives, lass? Ha., in a place of gloom and fire, where there are many companions, some seated on iron chairs, burning, burning; others stretched on glowing beds, burning too. Some cast men upon blazing coals, others roast men before fierce flames, others again plunge them into caldrons of liquid fire."
The girls trembled and looked at each other with scared faces, and then again at the hideous being which crouched before them.
"You want to know about the wolf-skin cape?" continued he.
"Pierre Labourant gave me that; he wraps it round me, and every Monday, Friday, and Sunday, and for about an hour at dusk every other day, I am a wolf, a were-wolf. I have k!lled dogs and drunk their bl00d; but little girls taste better, their flesh is tender and sweet, their blood rich and warm. I have eaten many a maiden, as I have been on my raids together with my nine companions. I am a were-wolf! Ah, ha! if the sun were to set I would soon fall on one of you and make a meal of you!" Again he burst into one of his frightful paroxysms of laughter, and the girls unable to endure it any longer, fled with precipitation.
Near the village of S. Antoine de Pizon, a little girl of the name of Marguerite Poirier, thirteen years old, was in the habit of tending her sheep, in company with a lad of the same age, whose name was Jean Grenier. The same lad whom Jeanne Gaboriant had questioned.
The little girl often complained to her parents of the conduct of the boy: she said that he frightened her with his horrible stories; but her father and mother thought little of her complaints, till one day she returned home before her usual time so thoroughly alarmed that she had deserted her flock. Her parents now took the matter up and investigated it. Her story was as follows:--
Jean had often told her that he had sold himself to the devil, and that he had acquired the power of ranging the country after dusk, and sometimes in broad day, in the form of a wolf. He had assured her that he had k!lled and devoured many dogs, but that he found their flesh less palatable than the flesh of little girls, which he regarded as a supreme delicacy. He had told her that this had been tasted by him not unfrequently, but he had specified only two instances: in one he had eaten as much as he could, and had thrown the rest to a wolf, which had come up during the repast. In the other instance he had bitten to death another little girl, had lapped her blood, and, being in a famished condition at the time, had devoured every portion of her, with the exception of the arms and shoulders.
The ch!ld told her parents, on the occasion of her return home in a fit of terror, that she had been guiding her sheep as usual, but Grenier had not been present.
Hearing a rustle in the bushes she had looked round, and a wild beast bad leaped upon her, and torn her clothes on her left side with its sharp fangs. She added that she had defended herself lustily with her shepherd's staff, and had beaten the creature off. It had then retreated a few paces, had seated itself on its hind legs like a dog when it is begging, and had regarded her with such a look of rage, that she had fled in terror. She described the animal as resembling a wolf, but as being shorter and stouter; its hair was red, its tail stumpy, and the head smaller than that of a genuine wolf.
The statement of the ch!ld produced general consternation in the parish. It was well known that several little girls had vanished in a most mysterious way of late, and the parents of these little ones were thrown into an agony of terror lest their ch!ldren had become the prey of the wretched boy accused by Marguerite Poirier. The case was now taken up by the authorities and brought before the parliament of Bordeaux.
The investigation which followed was as complete as could be desired.
Jean Grenier was the son of a poor labourer in the village of S. Antoine do Pizon, and not the son of a priest, as he had asserted.
Three months before his seizure he had left home, and had been with several masters doing odd work, or wandering about the country begging. He had been engaged several times to take charge of the flocks belonging to farmers, and had as often been discharged for neglect of his duties. The lad exhibited no reluctance to communicate all he knew about himself, and his statements were tested one by one, and were often proved to be correct.
The story he related of himself before the court was as follows:--
"When I was ten or eleven years old, my neighbour, Duthillaire, introduced me, in the depths of the forest, to a M. de la Forest, a black man, who signed me with his nail, and then gave to me and Duthillaire a salve and a wolf-skin. From that time have I run about the country as a wolf.
"The charge of Marguerite Poirier is correct. My intention was to have k!lled and devoured her, but she kept me off with a stick. I have only k!lled one dog, a white one, and I did not drink its bl00d."
When questioned touching the ch!ldren, whom he said he had k!lled and eaten as a wolf, he allowed that he had once entered an empty house on the way between S. Coutras and S. Anlaye, in a small village, the name of which he did not remember, and had found a ch!ld asleep in its cradle; and as no one was within to hinder him, he dragged the baby out of its cradle, carried it into the garden, leaped the hedge, and devoured as much of it as satisfied his hunger. What remained he had given to a wolf.
In the parish of S. Antoine do Pizon he had attacked a little girl, as she was keeping sheep. She was dressed in a black frock; he did not know her name. He tore her with his nails and teeth, and ate her. Six weeks before his capture he had fallen upon another ch!ld, near the stone-bridge, in the same parish. In Eparon he had assaulted the hound of a certain M. Millon, and would have k!lled the beast, had not the owner come out with his rapier in his hand.
Jean said that he had the wolf-skin in his possession, and that he went out hunting for ch!ldren, at the command of his master, the Lord of the Forest. Before transformation he smeared himself with the salve, which be preserved in a small pot, and hid his clothes in the thicket.
He usually ran his courses from one to two hours in the day, when the moon was at the wane, but very often he made his expeditions at night. On one occasion he had accompanied Duthillaire, but they had k!lled no one.
He accused his father of having assisted him, and of possessing a wolf-skin; he charged him also with having accompanied him on one occasion, when he attacked and ate a girl in the village of Grilland, whom he had found tending a flock of geese. He said that his stepmother was separated from his father. He believed the reason to be, because she had seen him once vomit the paws of a dog and the fingers of a child. He added that the Lord of the Forest had strictly forbidden him to bite the thumb-nail of his left hand, which nail was thicker and longer than the others, and had warned him never to lose sight of it, as long as he was in his were-wolf disguise.
Duthillaire was apprehended, and the father of Jean Grenier himself claimed to be heard by examination.
The account given by the father and stepmother of Jean coincided in many particulars with the statements made by their son.
The localities where Grenier declared he had fallen on ch!ldren were identified, the times when he said the deeds had been done accorded with the dates given by the parents of the missing little ones, when their losses had occurred.
The wounds which Jean affirmed that he had made, and the manner in which he had dealt them, coincided with the descriptions given by the ch!ldren he had assaulted.
He was confronted with Marguerite Poirier, and he singled her out from among five other girls, pointed to the still open gashes in her body, and stated that he had made them with his teeth, when he attacked her in wolf-form, and she had beaten him off with a stick. He described an attack he had made on a little boy whom he would have slain, had not a man come to the rescue, and exclaimed, "I'll have you presently."
The man who saved the child was found, and proved to be the uncle of the rescued lad, and he corroborated the statement of Grenier, that he had used the words mentioned above.
Jean was then confronted with his father. He now began to falter in his story, and to change his statements. The examination had lasted long, and it was seen that the feeble intellect of the boy was wearied out, so the case was adjourned. When next confronted with the elder Grenier, Jean told his story as at first, without changing it in any important particular.
The fact of Jean Grenier having k!lled and eaten several ch!ldren, and of his having attacked and wounded others, with intent to take their life, were fully established; but there was no proof whatever of the father having had the least hand in any of the murders, so that he was dismissed the court without a shadow of guilt upon him.
The only witness who corroborated the assertion of Jean that he changed his shape into that of a wolf was Marguerite Poirier.
Before the court gave judgment, the first president of assize, in an eloquent speech, put on one side all questions of witchcraft and diabolical compact, and bestial transformation, and boldly stated that the court had only to consider the age and the imbecility of the ch!ld, who was so dull and idiotic--that ch!ldren of seven or eight years old have usually a larger amount of reason than he. The president went on to say that Lycanthropy and Kuanthropy were mere hallucinations, and that the change of shape existed only in the disorganized brain of the insane, consequently it was not a crime which could be punished. The tender age of the boy must be taken into consideration, and the utter neglect of his education and moral development. The court sentenced Grenier to perpetual imprisonment within the walls of a monastery at Bordeaux, where he might be instructed in his Christian and moral obligations; but any attempt to escape would be punished with death.
A pleasant companion for the monks! a promising pupil for them to instruct! No sooner was he admitted into the precincts of the religious house, than he ran frantically about the cloister and gardens upon all fours, and finding a heap of bl00dy and raw offal, fell upon it and devoured it in an incredibly short space of time.
Delancre visited him seven years after, and found him diminutive in stature, very shy, and unwilling to look any one in the face. His eyes were deep set and restless; his teeth long and protruding; his nails black, and in places worn away; his mind was completely barren; he seemed unable to comprehend the smallest things. He related his story to Delancre, and told him how he had run about formerly in the woods as a wolf, and he said that he still felt a craving for raw flesh, especially for that of little girls, which he said was delicious, and he added that but for his confinement it would not be long before he tasted it again. He said that the Lord of the Forest had visited him twice in the prison, but that he had driven him off with the sign of the cross. The account be then gave of his murders coincided exactly with what had come out in his trial; and beside this, his story of the compact he had made with the Black One, and the manner in which his transformation was effected, also coincided with his former statements.
He died at the age of twenty, after an imprisonment of seven years, shortly after Delancre's visit.
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I have some new things in my wish list. I did some research and considered things well to ensure these are all thoughtful and much needed gifts. I've made sure these sex toys are quality as I want more than a show, I want something I can feel. nnnnnnnnI have a practical black butt plug on the list. While I sit here chatting with you guys, it will allow me to keep mind and body sexual stimulation. Do you guys have any idea how hard it can be to go from discussing my favorite movies and my work out routine to suddenly be presented with a sexual experience in private? There's really no prep time and this butt plug will never let me get too far from the sex I really want. Practical and hot!nnnnnnnnMy favorite colors combination is red on black so when I found this ball gag gator restraint I knew it was mine. A thing of beauty, I will use this as a model in print as well as here on Flirt 4 Free. Damn, just look at that thing! nnnnnnnnI am in desperate need of a quality fl0gger. I'm going to let you guys in on a little secret. A lot of sex toys, especially of the submission / domination variety, are all for show with very little lasting (and lashing) power to them. I've said it a million times now that I have a high pain threshold. I require something to break me not for me to break it. The black corset fl0g in my wish list is absolutely perfect. I think it's movie quality and would look good on film while satisfying my urgent lashings. nnnnnnnnI can never have enough lube. I only use silicone based lubes. They truly feel the best and I don't have to apply continuous amounts throughout sex and masturbation to keep slick. I've added my longtime favorite brand to my wish list. I recommend it to everyone and have already converted quite a few friends looking to increase their pleasure and obtaining slick marathon sex/masturbation sessions. Great lube for when I go cock to cock with someone! nnnn
5th time on F4F and I'm here to stay.
It hasn’t even been a week that I’ve been on. I’ve only come on about five times so far, I think, and already I’ve made quite a few new friends. You guys who keep coming back to me are truly smart and thoughtful people, and I love hanging out with everyone in my room. It’s fun talking about all my interests and learning about yours, and what amazes me most is that I’m meeting people who are genuinely into the same stuff I am. Especially when it comes to sex. It’s really been great revealing to everyone about what turns me on and what sort of fetishes I have, and I like finding out what turns you guys on and what kind of fetishes you have. A lot of people say that just because they think that’s what you wanna hear, but I’m here because I mean it. Discovering your fantasies and fetishes, and you feeling so strongly about it and being genuinely turned on by it is part of what turns me on so much. I like for everyone I’m with to really be into what we’re doing because I think finding both our pleasures and sharing them is where sex starts. If there’s ever a moment where I’m quiet, just mention sex and I’ll spring to life! LOL. Hypersex A Go-Go for real!
I'm New But I Don't Look New!
One of my roommates is a model here and he suggested I should come on here too since I’m so interested in sex and everything to do with it. I’ve only been on two nights so I’m still new, but I don’t look new and that has confused some people. It confused me too at first until I realized it’s because my account was created back in December and I haven’t come back here since then, so because of that I lost my “NEW” star I’m supposed to have AND some power points I was supposed to start with. So I came on with zero points and no star, and because of that I probably haven’t even been seen as much I should have been by now. To complicate things more, I had no VODs because I’m new but I just look like someone who’s never had a private! And now the privates I’ve gotten have been marked private by the members who took me, so it still looks like I’ve never gotten a private! I wanna start over!
Just to clarify, I mean no offense to you guys who are keeping your privates between us, and I’m not asking you to make them public. They’ve been very personal and intimate moments for us both, and I definitely understand the importance of that to you.
Thank you very much to the people who have come in my room and made me feel welcome. I really appreciate your support! It’s been fun getting to know you all and telling you about myself, and I’ve loved a lot of the conversations we’ve had.
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