mASF post by "silver_evlis"
posted on: mASF forum: General Discussion newsgroup, May 5, 2005tyler durden says :
This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.
Fuck off with your sofa units and serine green stripe patterns, I say never be
complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips
fall where they may.
Fight Club was the beginning, now it's moved out of the basement, it's called
Project Mayhem.
Only after disaster can we be resurrected.
This is your life... good to the last drop.
Guys, what would you wish you'd done before you died?
You have to know the answer to this question! If you died right now, how would
you feel about your life?
People do it everyday, they talk to themselves... they see themselves as they'd
like to be, they don't have the courage you have, to just run with it.
I want you to do me a favor.
I want you to his me as hard as you can.
First you have to give up, first you have to *know*... not fear... *know*...
that someday you're gonna die.
It's getting exciting now, 2 and 1/2. Think of everything we've accomplished,
man. Out these windows, we will view the collapse of financial history. One
step closer to economic equilibrium.
Why do people think that I'm you? Answer me!
Why would anyone possibly confuse you with me?
Because we're the same person.
Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I
see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire
generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising
has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we
don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We
have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our
Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe
that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we
won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
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.
Its not until you lose everything that you are free to do anything
In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests
around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will
last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that
wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding
corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned
superhighway.
You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not
the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your
fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique
snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
The things you own end up owning you.
How much can you know about yourself, you've never been in a fight? I don't
wanna die without any scars. So come on; hit me before I lose my nerve.
So go crazy. Let 'er rip
We just had a near-life experience.
Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.
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.
Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction..
Hitting bottom isn't a weekend retreat. It's not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying
to control everything and just let go! LET GO!
I'll bring us through this. As always. I'll carry you - kicking and screaming -
and in the end you'll thank me.
What do you want? Wanna go back to the shit job, fuckin' condo world, watching
sitcoms? Fuck you, I won't do it.
We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is
really the answer we need.
You wanna make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs.
We are all part of the same compost heap.
Tyler's not here. Tyler went away. Tyler's gone.
Fuck you! Fuck Fight Club! Fuck Marla! I am sick of all your shit!
You're fucking Marla, Tyler.
Uh, technically, you're fucking Marla, but it's all the same to her.
Something wrong, Dear?
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internalise these beliefs and you'll be on ur way!
silver.
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