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I had it all. I had a stereo that was very decent, a wardrobe that was getting very respectable. I was close to being complete. Fuck what you know. You need to forget about what you know, that's your problem. Forget about what you think you know about life, about friendship, and especially about you and me. Is this essential to our survival, in the hunter-gatherer sense of the word? No. What are we then? Go ahead, Cornelius, you can cry.
It's getting exciting now, two and one-half. Think of everything we've accomplished, man. Out these windows, we will view the collapse of financial history. One step closer to economic equilibrium. You have to know the answer to this question! If you died right now, how would you feel about your life? This is Bob. He was a decent man, and we're not gonna bury him in the fucking garden! I am Jack's colon. I am Jack's broken heart. Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. I am Jack's wasted life.
How much can you know about yourself, you've never been in a fight? I have a better solution. You keep me on the payroll as an outside consultant and in exchange for my salary, my job will be never to tell people these things that I know. I don't even have to come into the office, I can do this job from home. Tyler was now involved in a class action lawsuit against the Pressman Hotel over the urine content of their soup. All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not. People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden. It's called a changeover. The movie goes on, and nobody in the audience has any idea. That's right... One could make all kinds of explosives, using simple household items.
struggle4progress
(118,282 posts)and every evening I was born again, resurrected. Fight Club wasn't about winning or losing. It wasn't about words. The hysterical shouting was in tongues, like at a Pentecostal Church. Tyler was now involved in a class action lawsuit against the Pressman Hotel over the urine content of their soup. And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. Do you know what a duvet is? From now on, all those with shaved heads: "Space Monkeys".
NightWatcher
(39,343 posts)We just had a near life experience, fellas