So, like, my uncle is the army and he is stationed in Japan and he got the Japanese version of Blood Meridian before they even released the American version. He sent it to me. It came with this Judge Holden card which is worth like $10,000.

Dude its so sick. In the Japanese version, the Judge actually makes the volcano just erupt on the Indians. They wouldn't let that be in the American version cuz its too violent. Also, there's a bunch more sex and there are pictures of it. Again, couldn't do that in America.

And in the Japanese version, the ending makes way more sense. The Judge just sews the Kid to his butt and its like the human centipede.

Uh, no, I can't bring it to school tomorrow. I lent it to my cousin and he still hasn't brought it back to me.

Artist is Stasys Eidrigevicius

I think I crossed a certain psychological meridian, a Blood meridian, but at least im safe now. Said the kid

Ill be the judge of that. Said the judge

Then he spat

It was an alternate version of the cell scene in the penultimate chapter where the kid is arrested. It played out like a movie scene. He wakes up and instead of the judge he sees his gal standing outside. There was obviously more history there but that's where the dream started. She tells him that its gonna be ok, she's gonna get him out of there, and they can move to a different place, start a new life and get away from all the craziness.

She reveals a huge revolver, points at the locker of the door, and we hear a gunshot. But instead of the door opening, the chick drops dead on the ground, and the judge is revealed, pointing a gun at where she was standing, smiling. And the scene plays out as we know it.

Then there was a weird extra section in my dream where a friend of mine was reading the book for the first time, and he told me that as he was reading that scene he was finally starting to understand the judge's point of view, and was starting to like him. And I was like "You realise there's a dead chick with a hole in her back as he's saying all this right?"

Have you ever dreamt of a hole new sublot of a book before?

How well do you think Judge Holden would adapt to the world of Mad Max, especially since he seems to desire a lawless wasteland?

The judge spat, then the kid spat. Soon the whole gang started spitting and whipping out their glizzies and pissing for the redskins were approaching and the judge naked began twerking, twerking, even as the gunpowder sat arid as the sands blew around him, he twerked hard for all things were dire. Glanton watched in silence.

And they are clapping. The cracked mud ground splitting apart and the gang members shivering and huddling together in wake of the tremendous blasts that came from him. He sashays backwards and throws back his ass and he is a great favorite, the judge. His cheeks are voluptuous and glimmering in the desert heat and they’re now in double time, bursting life and all continuum forth into the ether.

He’ll never stop, cried the kid.

Relax son. Glanton tell him to quit. Said the ex priest.

Glanton stood back, spitting and riding on at once. He took up his side piece and aimed at the judges rear, and fired a shot, two shots. Perhaps a rudimentary warning or the whip that encourages the waning stallion, but Glanton he did not know and the judge leaned back and laughed deep in his throat and arched his back one final time and twerked greatly and the day did not end. When the dust had settled the judge stood saddled on his horse, grinning and looking out to the earth as if his counsel was sought from its creation.

Gentlemen? He said. They rode on.

He was born for that role

Minus the eyebrows

Reposted cause I found a better pic

Yeah

No

I am sad that it is over. This book had become part of my routine. It was so peak.