A Bucket of Blood (trailer, 1959)

The artist, the poet, the figure model, who loves to show it. You suppose he could be physically a trafficker? No man, he ain't the type. He don't get enough vitamin E. All these are beat. All these you'll meet him, a bucket of blood.

Let's make the scene. Crazy. Enjoy yourself, where the Hilarious enjoy the horrifying, in a bucket of blood. Now you're going to shoot me, don't you? Come to the land of living dreams, or realists, dream of the unreal.

What do you've done something to me? Something deep down inside of my prana. Oh, Walter, I want to be with you. You're creative. Beatniks at their bodiest. The creative urge at its most primitive. I'm deeply moved.

And I shall compose a poem. Love is art. Art is love. It's the weirdest and the wildest. I don't want to make statues anymore. I want to get married. To you.