Give up the ghost Bob.

So in light of the new seasons being made for old reveled TV Shows like the X-Files, I recently purchased the definitive edition of David Lynch’s spectacular nightmare of Twin Peaks on BluRay. Not only does this collection hold a fully remastered rendition of the original two axed seasons of Twin Peaks, but there is third extra which is solely devoted to the missing pieces of his Prequel Sequel film: Fire Walk With Me.

I first watched this film when I was 15. Having watched the series before the film, it obviously filled in a few of the gaps. But as a whole the film doesn’t make a hel-lalot-a sense. See when Mr Lynch made Fire Walk With Me, the film was originally an odd 3 and a half to 4 hours long. The studio obviously cut that, as they went overtime and over budget. But the final theatrical cut, was so all over the place that even fans have a difficult time trying to piece the pieces together. But not for long.

There was a scene that struck out for me in this film, where Agt. Coop, comes back to the Bureau’s headquarters, to tell his boss that he was troubled by a reoccurring nightmare in that very building. After much confusion and an entrance from David Bowie, the scene cuts to a room filled with the souls from another place. It was so out of this world and prophetic, that I had never seen a film like this.

Now with the extras this scene makes so much more sense.

Willy Bee.

Mr W. Burroughs:

Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike anything I had ever heard. This asshole talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well this talking hit you right down there, a bubbly, thick stagnant sound, a sound you could smell. This man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was like a novelty ventriliquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number he called The Better Ole that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it but it was clever. Like, “Oh I say, are you still down there, old thing?” “Nah I had to go relieve myself.” After a while the asshole started talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his asshole would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time. Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in-curving hooks and start eating. He thought this was cute at first and built an act around it, but the asshole would eat its way through his pants and start talking on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags nobody loved it and it wanted to be kissed same as any other mouth. Finally it talked all the time day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it, but nothing did any good and the asshole said to him, “It is you who will shut up in the end. Not me. Because we dont need you around here any more. I can talk and eat AND shit.” After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a tadpoles tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call un-D.T., Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly and grow there, grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell. So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have have amputated spontaneous – except for the EYES you dig. Thats one thing the asshole COULDN’T do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldnt give orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while you could see the silent, helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died, because the eyes WENT OUT, and there was no more feeling in them than a crabs eyes on the end of a stalk.