Fuck what you think you know
November 2009
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October 2009
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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.
LET GO!
Fuck damnation, fuck redemption. We are God's unwanted children? So be it!
Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space.
The things you own end up owning you.
“I don’t wanna die without any scars”
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-Fight Club (via beccahimes) (via hannahisdeceased) (via oceanicmotion)
And I won’t.
(via awishresigned)
That’s the spirit.
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.
Only after disaster can we be resurrected.
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.
Drama is for the weaklings that are too pathetic to deal with their problems maturely.
You have a problem?
Call somebody out on it.
Don’t sit there and spread rumors you coward.
Do something about it.
Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space.
You know why they put oxygen masks on planes?
Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you’re taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It’s all right here. Emergency water landing - 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows.
How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?
Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions.
If you could fight anyone, who would you fight?
Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned- Tyler.
