Corncaine is one hell of a drug
I haven’t read a lot of King, but something that’s always stood out to me is the way he writes about sex. I get the impression that he understands what happens, but has absolutely no idea why it happens. like an alien that watched a bunch of earth porn but still has no grasp of human sexual psychology or the sensation of pleasure
This was peak King on cocaine. Weird sex scenes and run on sentences.
Dirty future corn sluts
… The parts of the sentence after what is highlighted … outline how vaginal fluids + cum smell like freshly husked corn.
I’ve uh, shucked a fair amount of corn, and also uh… I guess ‘made my fair share of creamed corn’ … and I have no idea what this person is talking about.
This is from The Stand?
Maybe Stephen King had already obliterated his sense of smell from railing lines of coke, at this point?
???
no, let him cook
… I hate that that technically continues the food metaphor…
did I eat?
[wide eyes]
Are you… asking to sample the creamed corn?
Is there not a kernel of truth to it?
God, I’d forgotten how cringe these bits were. After a few chapters of that I wanted the incel character to blow them all up, especially as the neurotypical characters treated him like shit nonstop.
Why did you put this in our brains. Why.
This just reminds me of the best scene in Troll 2 when the witch seduces someone with a corn cob and people behind the camera throw popcorn on them when it gets more “intense”.
This is the longest sentence ever written and it’s about corn and sex.
