kemalkartal2

... and you open the door and you step inside---we're inside our hearts. now imagine your pain is a white ball of healing light. that's right, feel your pain, the pain itself, it's a white ball of healing light.---i don't think so. this is your life... good to the last drop, doesn't get any better than this... this is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time... this isn't a seminar and this isn't a weekend retreat. where you are now you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like. only after disaster can we be resurrected... it's only after you have lost everything that you
are free to do anything. nothing is static, everything is appalling, everything is falling apart. this is your life (repeat) it doesn't get any better than this. this is your life (repeat) and it's ending one minute at a time... you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake*... you are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. we are all a part of the same compost heap, we are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. you are not your bank account, you are not the clothes you wear. you are not the contents of your wallet... you are not your bowel cancer. you are not your grande latte. you are not the car you drive... you are not your fucking khakis. you have to give up, you have to give up. you have to realize that someday you will die, until you know that you are useless. i say let me never be complete. i say may i never be content. i say deliver me from swedish furniture! i say deliver me from clever art. i say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth. i say you have to give up. i say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may. this is your life (repeat) it doesn't get any better than this. this is your life (repeat) and it's ending one minute at a time. you have to give up. you have to give up. (in the background you can hear tyler durden shouting i want you to hit me as hard as you can!) welcome to fight club, if this is your first night, you have to fight.

rules of fight club
gentlemen, welcome to fight club

1st rule of fight club: you don't talk about fight club
2nd rule of fight club: you do not talk about fight club
3rd rule of fight club: when someone say stop or goes limp, the fight is over.
4th rule of fight club: only two guys to a fight.
5th rule of fight club: one fight at a time.
6th rule of fight club: no shirts. no shoes.
7th rule of fight club: fights go on as long as they have to.
8th and final rule: if this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.

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this is your life. good to the last drop. it doesn't get any better than this. this is your life and it's ending one minute at a time. you thought you had it all figured out. you bought furniture. you told yourself, this is the last sofa ill ever need. no matter what else happens, i've got that sofa issue handled. then the right set of dishes, the right dinette. your window treatment, your duvet, your dust ruffle. i say a chair is not an insight into a better understanding of it's owner, a chair is a place to put your ass. i say may i never be complete. i say evolve and let the chips fall where they may.

you are not a unique and individual snowflake. we are all part of the same compost heap. we are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. you are not your bank account, you are not the clothes you wear. you are not the contents of your wallet. self improvement is masturbation*... now self-destruction is... in cultures without soap, they use their urine, and the urine of their dogs to wash their clothes and hair, because of the uric acid and ammonia. and we just piss our fancy american piss, rich and yellow from too many vitamins. rich and expensive and thrown
away. could be worse. a woman could cut off your penis and throw it out the window of a moving car. you could be hit by lightening and your head could burn down to a smoldering baseball. you could be wading in a river in south america while tiny fish with barbed wire spines swim up your urethra and set up housekeeping. i want you to start a fight with a total stranger. i want you to start a fight, and i want you to lose. take some joe off the street and recruit him. let him experience winning for the first time in his miserable life. give him permission to beat the crap out of you. get him to explode. this isn't a seminar. this isn't a weekend retreat. where you are now, you cant even
imagine what the bottom will be like. if you don't fall all the way, you cant be saved..it's only after you've lost everything that you are free to do anything...

nothing is static. everything is changing. everything is falling apart. there are only two constants in this life; chaos and pandemonium...