Time and time again…

You wake up at SeaTac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O’Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour.

This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time.

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The Author ~ Chuck Palahniuk ~ Wiki

The Book ~ Fight Club ~ Wiki

The Movie ~ Fight Club ~ Wiki

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NOTE:

Emphasis mine.

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TITLE:

Time and time again, a great song by Counting Crows, one of my favorite bands.

SoTE!

You are 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.

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The Author ~ Chuck Palahniuk ~ Wiki

The Book ~ Fight Club ~ Wiki

The Movie ~ Fight Club ~ Wiki

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TITLE:

SoTE :: Scum of The Earth. A phrase, I came across in an Ayn Rand book in 1997-98.

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EPILOGUE:

As the time space continuum collapses in his deranged mind, he travels through the worm holes of this existence.

Each utterance, a rung on the ladder of this continuum. A continuum shaped in spirals, like strands of DNA. Sliding on this roller-coaster, its tracks gleaming in the otherwise infinite darkness, mesmerizing, hypnotizing, swirls of blue green metal.

These words uttered in ignorance, in anger, in despair, out of love, out of hate, sometimes too early and on others too late.

Lamenting, the failure to evolve of the arrogant hominid, this artist dark, seeking a little light, hangs his head in shame and sheds a tear.

Suddenly it occurs to him and he puts sounds to the sparking in his brains.

We just are!
We just are…

The spell undone.

Fin.

Assassination Tango

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

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The Author ~ Chuck Palahniuk ~ Wiki

The Book ~ Fight Club ~ Wiki

The Movie ~ Fight Club ~ Wiki

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EPILOGUE:

He, takes aim, hesitates once more, just to remind himself that he doesn’t have a choice. He IS oath bound, oath bound to do the right thing.

She, tilts her head smiles, rolls her eyes as she wipes a tear, and she says, it is so easy for you, so easy for you to do the things right.

I am oath bound and I am a survivor he claims, as he shoots. He wonders, only if she understood, perhaps. Turning around as he crumples to the ground, spent. Life ebbing away, it occurs to him, that maybe, maybe she did.