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A Clockwork Orange .gifs Anonymous
Give me your Clockwork .gifs, my brothers.
>> Anonymous
sadly, the only response is "you're a fag, bro!"
>> Anonymous
Critical Damage!
>> Anonymous !sc1ntqMz5E
>>732956
You're a fucking MORON.
>> Anonymous
Big bulging yarblockos, to you!
>> Anonymous
>>732956
Eat shit brother
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
"What's it going to be then, eh?"
There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is
Pete, Georgie, and Dim. Dim being really dim, and we sat in
the Korova Milkbar making up our rassoodocks what to do
with the evening, a flip dark chill winter bastard though dry.
The Korova Milkbar was a milk-plus mesto, and you may, O
my brothers, have forgotten what these mestos were like,
things changing so skorry these days and everybody very
quick to forget, newspapers not being read much neither.
Well, what they sold there was milk plus something else. They
had no license for selling liquor, but there was no law yet
against prodding some of the new veshches which they used
to put into the old moloko, so you could peet it with vellocet
or synthemesc or drencrom or one or two other veshches
which would give you a nice quiet horrorshow fifteen
minutes admiring Bog And All His Holy Angels and Saints in
your left shoe with lights bursting all over your mozg. Or you
could peet milk with knives in it, as we used to say, and this
would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of dirty
twenty-to-one, and that was what we were peeting this evening
I'm starting off the story with.
>> Anonymous
>>733011
A toast, to the anonymous brother who actually delivered.
>> Anonymous
>>733021
Win
>> Anonymous
>>733021
Our pockets were full of deng, so there was no real need
from the point of view of crasting any more pretty polly to
tolchock some old veck in an alley and viddy him swim in his
blood while we counted the takings and divided by four, nor
to do the ultra-violent on some shivering starry grey-haired
ptitsa in a shop and go smecking off with the till's guts. But,
as
they say, money isn't everything.
The four of us were dressed in the height of fashion,
which in those days was a pair of black very tight tights with
the old jelly mould, as we called it, fitting on the crotch
underneath the tights, this being to protect and also a sort of
a design you could viddy clear enough in a certain light, so
that I had one in the shape of a spider, Pete had a rooker (a
hand, that is), Georgie had a very fancy one of a flower, and
poor old Dim had a very hound-and-horny one of a clown's
litso (face, that is). Dim not ever having much of an idea of
things and being, beyond all shadow of a doubting thomas,
the dimmest of we four. Then we wore waisty jackets without
lapels but with these very big built-up shoulders ('pletchoes'
we called them) which were a kind of a mockery of having real
shoulders like that. Then, my brothers, we had these off-white
cravats which looked like whipped-up kartoffel or spud with a
sort of a design made on it with a fork. We wore our hair not
too long and we had flip horrorshow boots for kicking.
"What's it going to be then, eh?"
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>> Anonymous
>>733120
That scene is fucking hysterical...
>> Anonymous
>>733120
I don't recall that scene from the movie.
>> Anonymous
>>733319
Alex pics up those two girls from the record store and ravishes them. It's got the William Tell overture playing if I remember correctly.
>> Anonymous
>>733333
"Aha. I know what you want, I think. Good news, good
news. It has arrived." And with like big conductor's rookers
beating time he went to get it. The two young ptitsas started
giggling, as they will at that age, and I gave them a like cold
glazzy. Andy was back real skorry, waving the great shiny
white sleeve of the Ninth, which had on it, brothers, the
frowning beetled like thunderbolted litso of Ludwig van himself.
"Here," said Andy. "Shall we give it the trial spin?"
But I
wanted it back home on my stereo to slooshy on my oddy
knocky, greedy as hell. I fumbled out the deng to pay and one
of the little ptitsas said:
"Who you getten, bratty? What biggy, what only?" These
young devotchkas had their own like way of govoreeting.
"The Heaven Seventeen? Luke Sterne? Goggly Gogol?" And
both giggled, rocking and hippy. Then an idea hit me and
made me near fall over with the anguish and ecstasy of it, O
my brothers, so I could not breathe for near ten seconds. I
recovered and made with my new-clean zoobies and said:
"What you got back home, little sisters, to play your fuzzy
warbles on?" Because I could viddy the discs they were buying
were these teeny pop veshches. "I bet you got little save tiny
portable like picnic spinners." And they sort of pushed their
lower lips out at that. "Come with uncle," I said, "and hear all
proper. Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones. You are
invited." And I like bowed. They giggled again and one said:
"Oh, but we're so hungry. Oh, but we could so eat." The
other said: "Yah, she can say that, can't she just." So I said:
"Eat with uncle. Name your place."
>> Anonymous
>>733407
Those two
were unplattied and smecking fit to crack in no time at all, and
they thought it the bolshiest fun to viddy old Uncle Alex
standing there all nagoy and pan-handled, squirting the hypodermic
like some bare doctor, then giving myself the old jab
of growling jungle-cat secretion in the rooker. Then I pulled
the lovely Ninth out of its sleeve, so that Ludwig van was now
nagoy too, and I set the needle hissing on to the last movement,
which was all bliss. There it was then, the bass strings
like govoreeting away from under my bed at the rest of the
orchestra, and then the male human goloss coming in and
telling them all to be joyful, and then the lovely blissful tune
all about Joy being a glorious spark like of heaven, and then I
felt the old tigers leap in me and then I leapt on these two
young ptitsas. This time they thought nothing fun and
stopped creeching with high mirth, and had to submit to the
strange and weird desires of Alexander the Large which, what
with the Ninth and the hypo jab, were choodessny and zammechat
and very demanding, O my brothers. But they were
both very very drunken and could hardly feel very much.
When the last movement had gone round for the second
time with all the banging and creeching about Joy Joy Joy
Joy, then these two young ptitsas were not acting the big lady
sophisto no more. They were like waking up to what was
being done to their malenky persons and saying that they
wanted to go home and like I was a wild beast.
>> Anonymous
>>733411
They looked
like they had been in some big bitva, as indeed they had, and
were all bruised and pouty. Well, if they would not go to
school they must stil have their education. And education
they had had. They were creeching and going ow ow ow as
they put their platties on, and they were like punchipunching
me with their teeny fists as I lay there dirty and nagoy and fair
shagged and fagged on the bed. This young Sonietta was creeching:
"Beast and hateful animal. Filthy horror." So I let
them
get their things together and get out, which they did, talking
about how the rozzes should be got on to me and all that cal.
Then they were going down the stairs and I dropped off to
sleep, still with the old Joy Joy Joy Joy crashing and howling
away.
>> Anonymous
>>733120
In the book, thoese girls are about 12-14 years in age. PEDOBEAR APPROVES!
>> Anonymous
It's too bad they cut out the last chapter from the ending of the movie. It took a lot of the maturity out of the entire piece, I thought. And completely reinvented the message.
>> Anonymous
>>733476
Great, now I have to read the book to get the whole story, thanks alot.
>> Anonymous
they were actually 10 in the book.
>> Anonymous
bump
>> Anonymous
copy poster here - just realized some bits got lost from between those posts... alas, my brothers.
>> Anonymous
Book > Movie.


Idiot.
>> Anonymous
>>733559

Of course it is. What's your point?
>> Anonymous
>>733559
Unless you can post .gifs or good quotes, gtfo.
>> Anonymous
Less talk, moar rape-gifs?
>> Anonymous
>>733574
That's the spirit brother, this is 4chan, not 7ailchan.
>> Anonymous
just watched this today, awesome movie
>> Anonymous
>>733585
Just watched it yesterday.
>> Anonymous
Mediocre movie.

Fantastic fucking book (if you can make it through it).