Tyler Durden

Oct 06, 2004 21:57

Dear Journal,

We are the all seeing all dancing crap of the world. we are not special we all belong to the same compost pile. you are not your bank account, the car you drive, the things you own, you are not your fucking khackies.now you are firing a gun at your imaginary friend in front of four hundred gallons of nitro glycerin!!!!! congratulations you are one step closer to hitting bottom.It is only after we have lost everything that we are free to do anything. just think tomorrow will be the greatest day of his life the air will smell sweater his breakfast will be better than any meal to touch our lips.you are too old fat man hmm your tits are too big get the fuck off my porch. Our fathers our the sons of our creator and We are the sons of our fathers and they failed us so what does that say about God. what if he does not like us does not care about you. i say fuck redemption fuck forgiveness we don't need him.you know if you add equal parts frozen concentrated orange juice and gasoline you can make napalm.what does that mean i am Tyler Durden we are the same person I am Tyler Durden ============We are the all singing all dancing crap of the world===================
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