That old saying, how you always hurt the one you love? Well, it works both ways.
As the saying goes, there will always hurt the people he loved, in fact, people are Will fall in love with the person he hurts.
Between those huge, sweating tits that hung enormous the way you'd think of god's as big. With your
head buried in the middle of such a big tits, you can't help but think that God's breasts are also very spectacular.
Echo: I could't sleep I could't sleep Everyting's far way With insomnia, nothing's real Everyting's a copy of a copy of a copy.....
With insomnia, I do not feel real, everything is unreal, everything Became the same copy.
We used to read pornography. Now it was the horchow collection.
Before we looked at pornographic pictures for excitement, now we look at the product catalog.
Lost in oblivion, dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom
. I found freedom. Putting aside all hope is freedom.
I wasn't really dying. I wasn't host to cancer or parasites. I was the warm little center. That the life of this world crowded around.
I have no terminal illness, nor cancer or parasites. I am just a small center, the center of life crowded around.
Every evening, I died and every evening, I was born again. Resurrected
. Come back to life.
When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep and you're never really awake
.
If I did have a tumor…I'd name it Marla. Marla…the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can't. Marla is
like my cancer, just It's like gangrene growing in the mouth. It won’t get worse if you don’t lick it, but there is no way you can’t avoid it.
Marla's philosophy of life was that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn't. Marla's philosophy of life was that she might die at any moment
. Tragically, she never died.
This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time
.
If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person
?
Why do guys like you and I know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival in the hunter-gatherer sense of the world? No. What are we, then? We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty...these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, viagra, olestra. Do
we have to know the duck down mat? Do we have to consider every word? Do not. What are you and me? We are consumers, and all we think about is material. I don’t care about homicides and poverty. I only care about celebrity magazines, 500 channel TVs, and whose name is printed on my underwear. Hair restorer, Will steel, weight loss drug.
Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all going down, man. So fuck off with your sofa units and strinne green stripe patterns. I say, never be complete. I say, stop being perfect. I say, let's evolve. Let the chips fall where they may.
Go to her Martha, the world Martha created slowly sinks. Go to your sofa and green striped sofa. Don't let yourself have everything, don't be perfect people, we have to evolve, and the water will come to cover.
The things you own end up owning you.
I should've been looking for a new condo. I should've been haggling with my insurance company. I should've been upset about my nice, neat flaming little shit. But I was not.
I should find another apartment, If I went to the insurance company for compensation, I should feel sorry for my loss, but I didn't.
It was right in everyone's face. Tyler and I just made it visible. It was on the tip of everyone's tongue. Tyler and I just gave it a name.
Everyone has this expression on their faces, Taylor and I just show it. Everyone thinks so, but Taylor and I are outspoken.
You weren't alive anywhere like you were there. But fight club only exists in the hours between when fight club starts and when fight club ends. Even if I could tell someone they had a good fight, I wouldn't be talking to the same man. Who you were in fight club, is not who you were in the rest of the world. The guy who came to fight club for the first time, his ass was a wad of cookie dough. After a few weeks, he was carved out of wood.
There, you really come alive. Fight clubs only exist during parties. Even people who I think play great will change immediately after the party. You in the club are not you in other places. Those who just came to the club have smooth and round butts, and after a few weeks, they look like carved wood.
Self-improvement is masturbation. And self-destruction. Self-improvement is dependent
on masturbation and self-destruction.
Sticking feathers up your butt does make you a chicken. Sticking feathers up your butt does make you a chicken.
Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.
No pain and sacrifice, no gain
You have to consider the possibility that god does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen. We do not need him. Fuck damnation, man. Fuck redemption. We are god's unwanted children? So be it!
you have to assume that God does not love you, he never wanted you, you probably still hate Woolen cloth. Your pain is not the most tragic thing. We don't need him, let his curse and atonement, we are all people abandoned by God.
First you have to give up. First you have to know, not fear, know that someday you're gonna die. It's only after we've lost everyting that we're free to do anyting.
You have to give up everything you have No fear, face the fact that you will die one day. Only by abandoning everything can you be free.
Advertising has its taste in cars and clothes. Working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history. 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. We're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
Advertising tempts us to buy cars and clothes, so we work hard to buy things we don’t need. We are a generation forgotten by history, without purpose, no status, no world war, no economy The big panic, our war is only the battle of the soul, our panic is only our life. We have watched TV since we were young and believe that one day we will become rich, celebrities or rock stars, but we will not. That is the reality we are gradually facing, so we are very angry.
No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.
Abandon everything to have freedom. There is an ability to see through and abandon it, not caring about losing everything.
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.
Work can’t represent you, bank deposits can’t represent you, the car you drive can’t represent you, the things in your wallet can’t represent you, and your clothes can’t represent you. Just one of the ordinary beings.
You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. We are all part of the same compost heap.
You are not a special character, you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake, you are the same organic matter as other creatures. We just came to this world for a while, no different from other creatures.
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.
Forget everything you know, that's your problem. Forget what you thought of life, friendship, and especially the matter between you and me.
Hitting bottom isn’t a weekend retreat. It’s not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying to control everything and just let go
.
In your world I see, you're stalking elk through the damp canyon forest, around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the 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 carpool lane of some abandoned superhighway.
In your world, you are unconsciously restricted. Your clothes are shaped by the outside world, and you forget your own talents in order to survive. You should look down at the dense critters, the highway is just empty.
You met me at a very strange time in my life. When
we met, it happened to be the strangest period of time in my life .
Some people say that this is a bad movie, but most of them are comrades who have watched it again. I feel that people actually have a tyler in their hearts. That is a perfect individual in people’s imagination. He has everything you lack, you Cowardly, he is brave, you are stingy, he is bold, anyway, he is always the perfect individual who can occupy and strengthen your memory and soul.
The film critic has a deep intention. I think that the perfect individual in people's mind is indeed the direction that people should strive for, but is he really perfect? In fact, in the end, we will find that we must be ourselves instead of another imaginary individual in the end. , We live for ourselves, not for imaginary existence. The emergence of imaginary should be based on our independent thinking and behavior. If we live completely according to the perfect imaginary, it is very likely that we will eventually become void and ethereal. Leaving the ground and drifting into a world of unknown geometry,
where is my mind The last lyrics of the film are actually very intriguing. We are trying to find the answer to the question, but in fact the answer is always in our own minds, to be ourselves, to do it hard. If you really want to be yourself, friends will ask, how to call yourself, my answer is that you can be friends or even brothers with the tyler in your heart, but don’t be controlled by him, just be yourself.
Be careful, in your heart In fact, there is also a tyler. . .
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