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I turn around and appeared Tyler. "You downloaded it?" Asked Tyler. no noise, no smell, Tyler has appeared as well. "First of all," Tyler says, and leaps from the doorway of the kitchen to rummage in the fridge. "First we have to melt the fat." About my boss, Tyler says, if I'm really angry I should go to the post office to fill out a form change of address and send him all mail to Rugby, North Dakota. Tyler begins to pull out bags of frozen white stuff and throws them in the sink. Meanwhile, I I should put on the stove a pot full of water almost completely . Too little water and the fat will darken and produces tallow. "This fat," Tyler says, "has a lot of salt, therefore more water, the better." Put the fat in water and boil the water. Tyler squeezes the white stuff in the water from the bags and then Tyler buries the empty bags in the bottom of the dustbin. "Use a little 'imagination," Tyler says. "Remember all that crap from pioneers that we have taught in Boy Scouts. Remember your chemistry classes in high school. " It's hard to imagine Tyler in Boy Scouts. Another thing I can do, Tyler tells me, you go home at night of my head to attach a barrel to outside tap. Attach the barrel to pump hand and shoot in the plumbing of his house a good deal dyeing industry. Red or blue or green. Then, the days later, I see that color is my boss. Or I can sit behind the fence to pump a hand pump to bring the pipes to a pressure more than eight kilograms per square centimeter. In this way when someone does the water run of water, the tank the water blows. Ten kilograms if someone opens the shower, the pressure blows up the onion, the tears away from the thread, barn, onion turns into a mortar shell. Tyler says these things just to make me feel better. The truth is that my boss is good. And now as are now illuminated. You know, just Buddha-style behavior. Hari Rama, you know, Krishna, Krishna. You know, Illuminated. "It's not because you figs pens in the ass it becomes a chicken" Tyler says. Gradually, the fat melts the tallow rises to the surface boiling water. Oh, I say, so I shove pens up your ass. As if this Tyler here with cigarette burns that the rise in procession along the arms soul was so evolved. Mr. and Mrs. Clean of Human Ass. I calm my face and I become one of those people with the face of Hindu cow slaughter go on the table of airlines with the procedure for emergencies. Down with the fire under the pot. stir the boiling water. tallow continue to rise until the water is covered with a layer color nacre. Using a large spoon to skim the water and put this layer aside. So, I ask, how is Marla? "At least Marla is trying to touch the bottom," says Tyler . stir the boiling water. Continue skimming until it was over tallow. This foaming water is tallow. Excellent tallow clean. Tyler says that I'm not even close to having hit bottom. And if I fall completely can not be saved. Jesus did with his story of the crucifixion. I should not limit myself to leave the money, all my belongings and my knowledge. This is not just a weekend retreat. I should be separated and should dall'automiglioramento thrown headlong toward disaster. I can not continue to play it safe. This is not a seminar. "If you lose heart before he hit rock bottom ' Tyler says," it'll never make it real. " Only after disaster can we be resurrected. "It's only after you've lost everything," Tyler says, " you're free to do anything." What I feel is premature enlightenment. "and keep stirring," Tyler says. When the fat is boiled enough because there is more tallow on the surface, throw away the water. I wash pot and fill with clean water. ask, but I'm getting close to the bottom? "Where are you now," Tyler replied, "not you can not even imagine how the bottom. " is repeated with the foam tallow. Boil the tallow in the water. It continues to froth and foam. "The fat we are using is full of salt," says Tyler. "Too salt and soap is frozen solid." Boil and lather. Bolli and lather. Marla is back. The second Marla opened the door. Tyler went away, vanished, fled the room and disappeared. Tyler climbed upstairs or down in the cellar. Puff. Marla enters through the back door with a can of lye into flakes . "At the store they recycled toilet paper hundred per cent ' Marla announced. "It must be the worst job of worldwide recycle toilet paper." I take the can of lye and laid on the table. I say nothing. "Can I stay here tonight?" Marla asks. I do not answer. Account in the head: five syllables, seven, five .
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Marla asks, "What do you cook?". I am the boiling point of Tom. I say go, go, go, go. Got it? you have not already taken a big enough slice of my life? Marla grabs me by the arm and immobilizes me for the second she needs to kiss on the cheek. "Call me, please . Please. We need to talk. " I say yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. When Marla is out, Tyler reappears. Quick like a magic trick. My did this spell for five years. I stamp and foam while Tyler makes room in the fridge. The steam divide the air layer and the water drips from the ceiling of the kitchen . The forty-watt bulb hidden in the bottom of the fridge, something bright that does not make me see behind the empty ketchup bottles and jars of pickles in brine or mayonnaise, some tiny light inside the fridge illuminate the profile of Tyler. stamp and foam. Stamp and foam. I put the foam tallow in milk cartons with the top torn from side to side. with a chair placed beside an open fridge, Tyler watches the tallow it cools. In the heat of the kitchen clouds of cold fog escape from the bottom of the fridge and fill a puddle around the feet of Tyler. I fill the milk cartons with tallow and Tyler puts them in the fridge. I kneel in front of Tyler in front of the fridge and Tyler takes my hands and show them to me. Life Line. The line of love. The mountains of Venus and Mars. The cold fog envelops us, the small light illuminates the dim we face. "I need you do me another favor," Tyler says. Marla got to do this once, right? "Do not you ever talk to me. You do not have to ever talk about me behind my back . I swear? "Asked Tyler. I swear. "If you ever speak of me with you, I do not see more," Tyler says. I swear. "I swear?" I swear. "Now remember," Tyler says, "are three times that I've the juror." A layer of something thick and transparent form you go over the tallow in the fridge. The tallow, I say, is being separated. "Fear not," Tyler says. "The clear layer is glycerin. You can mingle glycerin, when you make soap. Or you can pull it off. " Tyler licked his lips and hands turns me on palms down on his thigh, on a strip of sticky flannel robe of his. "You can mix the glycerin with nitric acid to make nitroglycerin," Tyler says. I breathe with my mouth open and say, nitroglycerine. Tyler becomes wet and shiny lips with his tongue and kisses me on the back of the hand. "You can mix nitroglycerin with sodium nitrate and sawdust to make dynamite " Tyler says. His kiss shines wet on the back of my hand white. Dynamite, I say and sit on your heels. Tyler Barefoot the lid of the can of lye. "You can make blow up the bridges, "Tyler says. "You can mix nitroglycerin with more nitric acid and paraffin and then blasting gelatin" Tyler says. "You can blow up a building," Tyler says. "How nothing." Tyler tilts the can of lye to a couple of fingers from wet kiss on his shiny back of my hand . "This is a chemical burn," Tyler says, "and will bad dog like you've never tried. worse than a brand. " His kiss sparkles on the back of my hand. "I will remain a scar," Tyler says. "If you have enough soap," Tyler says, "you can blow up in the air the whole world. Now remember your oath. " And Tyler pours lye.
Saliva Tyler has had two effects. The moisture content of kiss on the back of my hand he held the scales of lye while burning. This was the first effect. The second was that the lye burns only when combined with water. Or with the saliva. "This is a chemical burn," Tyler said, "and will bad dog like you've never tried." lye can be used to open clogged pipes. Close your eyes. A mixture of lye and water can open a hole in an aluminum pan . A solution of lye and water is able to dissolve a wooden spoon. Combined with water, lye of nearly one hundred degrees and heats it burns the back of my hand and I Tyler puts his fingers on his fingers, our hands open on my pants stained with blood, and Tyler says to pay attention because this is the most important moment of my life . "Because everything was so far has a story" Tyler says, "and everything there after is a story." This is the most important moment of our lives. The lye that I was stuck in the exact form of the kiss of Tyler is a fire or an iron mark or a fusion of atomic nuclei on my hand at the end of a long, long way that I imagine miles from me. Tyler tells me to go back and stay with him. My hand goes away, and tiny horizon down the road. Watch the fire continues to burn, just over the horizon now. A sunset. «Back to the pain," Tyler says. This is the kind of guided meditation using the support groups. Do not even think the word pain. If the guided meditation works for cancer, can work for this. "Look at your hand," Tyler says. not looked at his hand. Do not think the word or meat or skin burn or sting. not hear you cry. Guided Meditation. 're in Ireland. Close your eyes. 're in Ireland the summer after you left the university and 're drinking in a pub near the castle where day after day coaches churn out troops and British tourists Americans have come to kiss the Blarney Stone. "Do not estrange," Tyler says, "the soap human sacrifice and come together." Let the pub in a torrent of men, walking nell'imperlato silence and wet roads where vehicular has just rained. It is night. Until you get to the castle the Blarney Stone. The floors of the castle are rotten and you climb the stairs rock with the black that is becoming more dense here and there to of each lift. All in the rise and fall silent in the tradition of this small act of rebellion. "Listen," Tyler says. "Open your eyes." "In ancient history," Tyler says, " human sacrifices were celebrated on a hill above a river. thousands of people. Listen to me. They made sacrifices and bodies were cremated on a pyre. "You can cry," Tyler says. "You can go to the sink to make you run water on hand, but first you need to know you're stupid and you will die. Look at me. "Someday," Tyler says, "you will die and you will not know until this, to me are useless. " You are in Ireland. "You can cry," Tyler says, "but every tear that falls in flakes of lye on your skin will leave you burn of a burn." Guided Meditation. You are in Ireland the summer after you left college and perhaps this is where for the first time you want anarchy. Years before I met Tyler Durden , before he peed for the first time in crème anglaise, have learned little acts of rebellion. In Ireland. You are on a platform at the top of the stairs in a castle. "You can use the vinegar," Tyler says, "to neutralize the burn, but first you have to give up. " After hundreds of people were sacrificed and cremated, says Tyler, top and slipped out a thick white discharge which fell into the River. Before you touch the bottom. 're on a platform in a castle in Ireland bottomless darkness all around the edge of the platform and in front of you, an arm of the darkness away, there is a stone wall. "Rain," Tyler says, "has fallen year after year burnt on the pyre and burn people year after year and rain seeped through the wood ashes to become a solution of lye and lye is combined with the melted fat of the sacrifices and a thick white discharge soap is leaking from the base of the altar and fell into the river. " And Irish men around you with their little act of rebellion darkness, approaching the edge of the platform and stop at the edge of darkness without bottom and piss. And men say ahead, piss your piss special American sumptuous and yellow too many vitamins. Sumptuous and expensive and thrown away. "This is the most important moment of your life" Tyler says, "and you're gone elsewhere and you're losing it. " 're in Ireland. Oh, and you're there you do. Oh, yes. Yes, and you smell ammonia and daily dose of B-complex Where the soap fell into the river, says Tyler, after a thousand years of killing people and rain, the old have found that their clothes were cleaner if they washed there. I'm pissing on the Blarney Stone. "Shit," Tyler says. I'm pissing in my pants blacks with flecks of dried blood that the stomach, my head. You are in a rented house on Paper Street. "This means something," Tyler says. "This is a sign," Tyler says. Tyler is full of useful information. In cultures without soap, says Tyler, used their urine and the urine of their dogs for washing clothes and hair because of uric acid and ammonia . It smells like vinegar and fire on hand at the bottom of long way off. There is the fire of lye burns you forked the cavity of the nose and the smell of vomit hospital piss and vinegar. "burps was right to kill those people," Tyler says. You the back of his hand swollen and red and shiny as a pair of lips in the exact form of the kiss of Tyler. Scattered around the kiss are the burning of tears someone. "Open your eyes," Tyler says, and his face is shiny tears. "Congratulations," Tyler says. "You a step closer to the bottom. "You see," Tyler says, "as it is manufactured using the first soap heroes." Think of the animals used to test some kind of products. Think about the monkeys shot into space. "Without their death, their pain, without their sacrifice," Tyler says, "we would not be nothing."
Soap, Tyler. I tell him that we need soap. We need to do some 'of soap. I wash my pants. The keep his feet while he does one hundred bending. "To make soap, first we need to melt the fat ." Tyler is a mine of useful information. Apart from their beaten, Marla and Tyler are never in the same room . If this is Tyler, Marla ignores him. old story for me. is exactly how my parents were invisible to each other. Then my father went away to put on another branch. My father always said: "Married before sex becomes boring, or you'll never get married." My mother said, "Do not buy anything with a zipper nylon. My did not say anything you would want to embroider on a pillow. Tyler ago centonovantotto bending. Centonovantanove. thirteenth century. Tyler wears a sort of greasy flannel gown and pants suit. "You go out Marla's house," Tyler says. "Send Marla down to buy a can of lye. The lye into flakes. Not the crystals. Get rid of her. " And I go back to when I was six years and carry messages back and forth between my parents who had broken. I hated when I was six. I hate now. Tyler begins to do leg lifts and I go downstairs and tell Marla : lye-type chips. I'll give you a ten dollar ticket and my bus pass. While Marla is still sitting at the kitchen table, I fingered the extension to clove cigarette. Easy easy. With a cloth cleans the rust-red stains on the arm , where the crusts of the burns were crcpate and started to bleed. Then I put one foot after another in shoes with high heels. Marla looks at me to do my part to be Prince Charming with his shoes and says, "I went by myself. I thought that there was no one at home. There the lock on the door. " I say nothing. "You know, the glass slipper of our generation is condoms. The stick when you meet a stranger. Dance all night, then throw it away. The condom, I mean . Not the stranger. " I'm not talking to Marla. It can also interfere in my support groups and between me and Tyler, but never ever be my friend. "It's all morning waiting for you here." the flowers bloom and scatter The wind brings butterflies or snow Sordo is the stone Marla gets up from the table and wearing a blue dress with no sleeves something shiny fabric. Marla pinches the hem of her skirt and turns it to show me the points seam inside. It has no underpants. And I winks. "I wanted to show you my dress," said Marla "It's a bridesmaid dress and everything is sewn by hand. Preview It was sold to used for a dollar. Someone has made all these points little small for a dress so horribly bad, "says Marla. "Unbelievable, eh?" The skirt is longer on one side or the other and the waist orbit low on the hips. Before leaving for the store, Marla lifting her skirt with her fingertips, and takes a few steps dance around me and at the table, flies in the ass her skirt. What I love, "says Marla, are all things that people love and then throws away a day or hour later. The way where a Christmas tree is the center of attention and then after Christmas, see all those dead Christmas trees with strips of foil paper still hung, thrown by the wayside. see those trees and think about all the animals overwhelmed drivers or victims of sexual predators with pants tucked down and his arms tied with black adhesive tape electrician. I just want to go away. "The place to go is at the heart of the animals " says Marla. "Where are all those animals, dogs and cats that people so loved and thrown away, even the older animals, dancing and stand jump to grab your attention because after three days give him an overdose of phenobarbital and then off in the big oven. "The Big Sleep, style" Valley of the Dogs. " "Where even if someone wants well enough to save your life, you castrate the same." Marla looks at me like I'm the one that if the bangs and asks "I can not checked with you, right?". Marla walks out the door at the back singing that song, Valley of the Dolls, stuff to make you crawl skin. I look at him go. We are one, two, three moments of silence before all Marla is out of the room.
My boss sends me home because of all the blood I dry on his trousers and I am happier than ever . The hole in the cheek does not heal. I go to work and my orbits are inflated to the sound of two fists brioche black around the tiny holes that I need to look through . Until today I was really turn the balls have become this perfezionatissimo Zen Master and nobody has noticed. But I am referring to my joke FAX. I write little HAIKU them faxo this and that. When crossing the people at work, I become integral to the ZEN beautiful little face hostile to anyone.
worker bees and drones in freedom Slave Queen give up all your worldly possessions and your car and go to live in a rented house in the city toxic waste where late at night you hear Marla and Tyler in his room that you give each other the cleaning ass man. Get here, cleaning the ass human being. Grant, cleaning ass man. Ingoialo to choke. Tienlo down, baby. By contrast, this makes me the calm little center of the world . I punch with my own eyes and blood congealed in big black crusts on his trousers, which I say Hello I meet at work. HELLO! Look at me. HELLO! am so ZEN. This is BLOOD. This is nothing. Hello. Everything is nothing and the end of the world to be enlightened. Like me. Sigh. Watch. In front of the window. A bird. My boss asked me if the blood was my blood. The bird flies downwind. mentally I'm writing a little haiku. -free nest
The bird inhabits the world Live life count on the fingers five, seven, five. That blood is mine? Yes, I say, too. This answer is wrong. Should import something. I have two pairs of trousers blacks. Six white shirts. Six pairs of underpants. The bare minimum. I go to fight club. are things that happen. "Go home," says my boss. "Change." I'm beginning to wonder if Tyler and Marla are the same person. Apart from their beaten all nights in the room to Marla. I hear your voice. I hear your voice. I hear your voice. Tyler and Marla are never in the same room. not ever see them together. But even me and Zsa Zsa Gabor, you never see together, and this does not mean that we are the same person . It's just that Tyler does not come out when there Marla. Because I can brush my Tyler pants I have to show how to make soap. Tyler's upstairs and the kitchen is full of smell of cloves and burnt hair. Marla is at the kitchen table to blow under his arm with a cigarette the cloves and maybe cleaning the human ass. "I welcome my sick rotting degeneration," says Marla grilled on top of his cigarette. Marla turning the cigarette into the soft white underbelly of the boom. "Burn, Witch, Burn." Tyler's upstairs in my room to look my teeth in the mirror and say I found a job as a waiter part-time banquet. "At the Pressman Hotel, if you like work evenings, "says Tyler . "It's a place that will serve to foment hatred your class." Yes, I answer, of course. "They make you wear a black bow tie," Tyler says. "For work you just need a white shirt and a pair of trousers blacks."
one morning floating in the water dead jellyfish a used condom. is how Marla Tyler knows. I get up to go pee and there against the sort of prehistoric paintings of dirt in the toilet the are. You wonder what think sperm. This? This would be the vaginal cavity? What's happening here? Throughout the night I did not dream that I beat Marla Singer. Marla Singer, who was below me. Marla Singer raised her eyes to the ceiling. I woke up alone in my bed and Tyler's door was closed. The Tyler's door is never closed . All that night did not rain. The shingles of the roof shucks, you twist, curl, and rain passes through and is collected plaster ceiling and drips from the electrical system. When it rains, we remove the fuses. not have the courage to turn on the lights. Tyler's house has three floors and a cellar . We are shooting with candles. There are handouts and veranda and stained-glass windows on the landing. In the living room there are bay windows with seats under the windows. Sockets are carved and painted and high forty-five cm. The rain cola for the home and everything you need wood swells or retires and the nails in everything wooden, the floors and sockets and fixtures, nails sticking out and rust. Everywhere there are rusty nails on which put a foot or catch an elbow and there is only one bathroom for seven bedrooms and the bathroom is now a used condom . The house is waiting for something, a change to the plan regulator or the approval of a will, then will be demolished. I asked Tyler how long was there and told me about six weeks. Before dawn of time there was an owner who had gathered throughout the life stacks of National Geographic and Reader's Digest. " High wavering stacks of magazines that grows with each rain. Tyler says the last tenant folded the glossy pages of magazines to make bags for cocaine. There is no lock on the door from when he broke into the police or whoever. on the walls of the dining room there are nine layers paper wallpaper that swell, flowers under stripes under flowers in birds in ramie cloth. Our neighbors have a machine shop just closed and across the street from a warehouse along a isolated. In the house there is a closet full of long rollers two meters for the rolling damask tablecloths so they never folds. There is a cloakroom refrigerated for fur-paneled cedar. bathroom tiles are painted with flowers that even a porcelain service from a wedding there has made them so beautiful and in the toilet there's a used condom. Vivo by Tyler from about a month. Tyler is eating breakfast with the neck and chest studded of teats and I'm reading an old issue of "Reader's Digest." This is the perfect home for drug trafficking. There are no neighbors. There is nothing in Paper Street apart from the warehouses and the paper mill. The smell of fart steam paper mill and the smell from the hamster cage orange pyramids around the chip in mill. This is the perfect home for drug trafficking because every day there's a bustle Paper Street a zillion trucks, but at night Tyler and I are only for half a mile in all directions. I found stacks and stacks of Reader's Digest in the basement and now there a stack of Reader's Digest "in every room. Life in these United States. Laughter is the best medicine. Stacks of magazines are more or less the only furniture decor. In the older magazines there are a number of articles where the organs of the body talk about themselves in first person: Hi, I am the womb of Titian. Hi, I'm the prostate of Tom. No kidding. And Tyler is at the kitchen table with his pacifier and no shirt and says, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah , last night he met Marla Singer and have sex. A feeling I am in every way the gallbladder Tom. This is all my fault. Some Sometimes you do something and end up fucking . Sometimes the things that you never do and end up fucking . Last night I called Marla. We developed a system so if I want to go to a support group can call Marla and see if she plans to go . Last night was melanoma and I felt a bit 'down. Marla live at the Regent Hotel, which is nothing but mat-brown tones cemented by filth, where all the mattresses are sealed in slippery plastic bags, so there are many who go there to die. You sit on a any bed on the wrong side and finish straight for the ground you , sheets and blanket. I called Marla to Regent Hotel to see if the melanoma was . Marla replied in slow motion. It was not a suicide of the real ones, said Marla, it was probably only such appeals for help, but had taken too many pills of Xanax . Imagine going to the Regent Hotel to watch Marla that you bang for its ugly room saying I'm dying. Muoio. Muoio. I'm dying. Mo-am. Muoio. stuff to go on for hours. So do not go out tonight, right? He was doing his highlight of the dying, he said Marla . I had to hurry if I wanted to attend. Thanks anyway, I answered, but I have other plans. 's all the same, said Marla, I can die too watching the telly. Marla just hope that there was something to see. And I ran to melanoma. I arrived home soon. I slept. And now, while I have breakfast the next morning, Tyler is sitting in front of me all covered with love bites and says that Marla is all wrong, but that he goes a lot. melanoma After last night I came home and I went to bed and slept. And I dreamed that beat, beat, beat me Marla Singer. And this morning while listening Tyler I pretend to read the "Reader's Digest." A crooked, I could tell you I . Reader's Digest. " Jokes in uniform. I am the product unleashed bile of Tom. things that Marla said last night, Tyler says. No girl had ever talked that way. I am the teeth gnashing of Tom. I am fiery nostrils of Tom. After Tyler and Marla have sex a dozen times, says Tyler, Marla said she wanted to stay pregnant. Marla said she wanted to abort the unborn Tyler. I am knuckles blanched Tom. How could Tyler not to fall? The other night, Tyler is stayed up alone to put the sexual organs in Snow White. How could I compete to earn the attention of Tyler ? I am angry, resentful sense of rejection of Tom. I rode most of all it's my fault. After yesterday night I went to bed, Tyler tells me it's come home from his shift as a waiter banquets and Marla has called again from the Regent Hotel. There are, today announced Marla. The tunnel, the light of door down the tunnel. It was a very exciting Marla wanted felt that describe the moment when rose from his body to ascend. Marla did not know if his spirit could use the phone, but wanted to at least hear that someone his last breath. No, no, Tyler answers the phone and misunderstands the situation. They never met so Tyler thinks it's a bad thing that Marla going to die. It is not so. no business in Tyler, but Tyler calls the police and Tyler runs at the Regent Hotel. Now, according to the ancient Chinese costume we all learn from television, Tyler is responsible for Marla forever, because Tyler saved her life Marla. If I had just wasted a couple of minutes and I had gone to watch Marla die none of this would have happened . Tyler tells me how Marla lives in room 8G the top floor of the Regent Hotel, eight flights of stairs and a corridor noisy laughter recorded television that pass through the doors. Every two seconds or three, there is actress or an actor who died screaming gasping in a hail of bullets. Tyler comes down the hall and even before knocking a white arm thin white slim sling outside the door of room 8G, grabs him by the wrist and drags him inside. I sink into a "Reader's Digest." Marla is still dragging Tyler in his room, that Tyler already hear the screeching of brakes and sirens that gather in front of the Regent Hotel. There is a dildo on the dresser manufactured with the same soft pink plastic Barbie a million and for a moment imagine Tyler million dolls and Barbie dildo spilling from the same assembly line in Taiwan. Marla looks at Tyler looking at her dildo and lifted his eyes to the ceiling and says, "Do not be afraid, not a threat for you." Marla Tyler rejects the hallway and says it's sorry, he would not have to call the police and is probably already there, in the lobby. On the landing Marla locks the door and pushes SG Tyler up the stairs. On the stairs Tyler and Marla are against the wall while coming to the office and police litterer, ask what is the gateway to the SG. Marla says it's the door down the hall. Marla shouts to the police that the girl who lived SG Once it was so cute and nice, but that girl is a witch, a monster a monster. That girl is infected human scum, and is confused and afraid to engage in something wrong so you do not agree in anything. "The girl has no confidence in the SG itself" Marla screams, "and is afraid that growing old will have less and less alternatives." Marla shouts, "Good luck. The police are crowded on the locked door Tyler and Marla and run down. Behind them, a policeman is screaming at the door "Let me help! Miss Singer, you have all the reasons of this world to live! Let us enter, Marla, and help you solve your problems! " Marla and Tyler emerge in road racing. Tyler brings Marla into a cab and on top of the hotel, on the eighth floor, see shadows that move behind the windows of the room Marla. on the freeway with all the lights and other machines, six lanes of traffic hurtling toward the vanishing point, Marla tells Tyler that should keep them awake all night. Should sleep, he would die. Many people want Marla dead, she says Tyler. These people have already died and the other side and night call to the phone. Marla is in a bar and the bartender feels that the call by name and when he goes to answer the phone, the communication is not there. Tyler and Marla. They stayed up all night in room next to mine. When Tyler woke up, Marla was back at the Regent Hotel. I tell Tyler that Marla Singer not need a lover, you need a social worker. Tyler says, "Do not talk about love." In short, now Marla is willing to spoil another part of my life. It is his university days that I do friends. They get married. I lose the friends. Fine. Well, I say. Tyler asked me if it is a problem for me. I knotted guts of Tom. No, I say, all right. Puntami a gun to his head and paint the walls with my brains
When we invented fight club, me and Tyler, neither of them had never participated before in a combat. If you've never been in combat 're full of questions. Are there that you wonder how be bad, what would you be able to do to another man. I am the first one was Tyler felt it had to ask without fear and we were both drunk at a bar where nobody cared nothing us, so Tyler said: "I want to do me a favor. I want you throws a punch as hard as you can. " I did not want, but Tyler explained everything to me, the whole story not want to die without scars, to be tired of seeing only fighting professionals and wanting to know more about himself. He told me self-destruction. At that time my life seemed too complete and perhaps we need to break everything to come up with something better by ourselves. I looked around and I said yes. Okay, I said, but out in the parking lot. So we went out and asked if I wanted him in the face or belly. "Surprise me," Tyler said. I said I'd never hit anyone. "Then from out of crazy," Tyler said. I told him to close his eyes. "No," Tyler said. Like all those on the first fight at fight club breath and I messed up I took a swing to the chin Tyler as in all the cowboy movies I saw and fist in my case has reached the neck. Shit, I said. This does not count. I want to try again. "Yes, that is counted," Tyler said and struck me right suddenly, pac, like a glove pushed by a spring in a cartoon on Saturday morning at the pie- no chest. I ended up against a machine. We were there before the other one , Tyler massaging my neck and I to keep a hand on his chest, both conscious be finished in a place where we had never been, and as the cat and mouse in cartoons, were still alive and wanted to know how far we could get stay alive. "Congratulations," Tyler said. Hit me again I told myself. "No, you hit me," Tyler said. So I hit a great little sleeveless women under Tyler's ear and pushed me backwards and I has trodden the heel of the shoe in the stomach. What happened immediately later and older has not happened in words, but the bar closed and people came out and started to cry around us in the parking lot. instead of Tyler, I felt that I could finally get their hands on everything in the world did not work, clothes that I returned from the dry cleaners with the collar buttons broken, the bank says are in the hundreds dollars. My job where my boss gets to my computer and my smanetta Dos commands. And Marla Singer, who has blown me support groups. Nothing was resolved at the end of the fight, but nothing had . The first night we fought was a Sunday evening and Tyler had not shaved for all weekend so I had burned my knuckles that for his long beard. Lying on your back in the parking lot beside him watching the only star that was seen in streetlights, I asked Tyler what had fought with. His father, Tyler said. Maybe we did not need a father to complete development Tarchi. There is nothing personal against your opponent at fight club. Battle to fight. It is forbidden talk about fight club, but we talked for a couple of months people find themselves in that parking lot after the closing of the bar and when he started to cold, another bar gave us the basement where we gather now. When it meets fight club, Tyler sets out the rules that we established me and him. "In most cases," Tyler yells in the cone of light in the center of the basement full of men, "are here because someone broke the rules. Someone talked about fight club. " Tyler says," You'd better stop talking or you should open another fight club because next week will end with your name on a list when you enter and only the first fifty names on the list will . If you go, just set your combat if you want to fight. If you do not want a fight, there are others who want it, then maybe you should stay home. "If this is your first night at fight club ' Tyler yells," you must fight. " Most of those who come to fight club we are because of something against which are afraid to fight. After some fighting have much less fear. There are many good friends who meet for the first time at fight club . Now I go to meetings or conferences and see faces at the tables, directors or managers and young lawyers with broken noses which are swelled like eggplant protruding from under the bandages or a couple of points under an eye or a jaw cast. are those that they stay quiet and listen until making a decision. We exchange waving his head. later my boss ask me how I know many of these individuals. According to my boss in our profession there are always less gentlemen and rogues more. The demo goes on. Walter of Microsoft's cross with my own eyes. is a young man with perfect teeth and healthy skin and the kind of place where you work take the time to brag with former classmates. You know he's too young to have fought in some war and if his parents were not divorced, his father was not never at home, and is now looking at me, I half-shaven face and the other half a dark bruise that I keep hidden in the dark . Blood that shimmers on the lips. And maybe Walter is thinking un'indolore vegetarian dinner which was last week or ozone or desperate need of the Earth to stop the cruel acts of animal testing, but probably not.
I started my two screens for those demo of Microsoft and I feel the taste of blood in his mouth and I start to swallow. My boss does not know the material, but will not let me lead the demo with a black eye and half his face swollen points inside the cheek. The points are loose and I hear them with my tongue. Think of a fishing line tangled on the beach. I imagine them as points blacks who are engaged in an injured dog and continue to swallow the blood. My boss is doing the presentation by reading the text that I wrote me, while I take care of the projection, then are across the room in the dark. My lips become sticky with blood and I effort to clean up the language and when the lights come on I turn to the representatives of Microsoft, I turn to Ellen and Walter and Norbert and Linda, thanks for coming, her mouth glistening with blood and blood I check the gaps between the teeth. is unable to swallow a glass of blood before to vomit. Tomorrow is a day of fight club fight club and I do not lose me. Before the presentation of Walter Microsoft smile spreads to his jaw that seems to shovel advertising, tanned the color of a baked potato. Walter with his signet ring shakes my hand , takes me in his smooth, soft and says "I do not want to see how tanned the other." The first rule of fight club is you do not talk about fight club . I tell Walter, who fell. I reduced it by myself. Before the show, when I was sitting in front to my boss to explain how to combine the sequence of give to the text and in that moment I intention to enter the movie, my boss question: "What kind of casino will hunt every weekend? ". It's just that I do not want to die without any scars him, I say. You do not need anything more to have a beautiful body untouched. See those nice cars with nice body their virginal, fresh fresh dealer born in 1955 and I always think, God what a waste . The second rule of fight club is that do not talk about fight club. Maybe lunch the waiter comes to your table and the waiter blacks has two eyes as a giant panda for the fighting last Saturday, when you saw with his head crushed between a concrete floor and the knee of a hundred-pound guy that beat punched in the nose repeatedly slapping a toll of flat and heavy that you feel at ease in the midst of all the yelling until the waiter was able to get enough breath to spray blood saying enough. not say anything because fight club exists only in the hours ranging between when fight club starts and when fight club ends . Have you seen the guy who works in the copy center, you saw a month ago this guy who does not remember ever make three holes in an order or put the strips of colored paper between the number of copies, but this guy was a god for ten minutes when you see him deflate roughly twice an employee he is mounted above and stunned of punches until he was forced to quit . This is the third rule of fight club, when someone says enough or does not react, even if you only pretending , the fight is over. Whenever revising the guy, you can not tell you how well he fought . Only two for every fight. a fight at a time. You fight with no shirt and no shoes. The fight lasts for as long as you provide them. These are the other rules of fight club. Those fight club are not those of the real world. Even if you tell the boy that the Xerox is a phenomenal fighter, do not speak the same person. What am I to fight club is not one that my boss knows . After a night at fight club everything in the real world you resize. Nothing can make you more angry. The your word is law and if someone violates the law or questions, t'incazzi not the same. In the real world I am a coordinator of operations withdrawal in a suit and tie, sitting in the dark with mouth full of blood to change the values \u200b\u200bof expenditure and give while my boss to explain how Microsoft has chosen icon for a particular shade of cornflower blue . The first fight club we were to punch me and Tyler. In the past it was enough, when I came home angry and I knew that my life was not behind my five-year plan, put me to clean the apartment or polishing machine. One day I would die without a scar on me and I would have left a large nice apartment and a very good car. Very, very beautiful , until the formation of a new layer of dust until the arrival a new owner. There is nothing static . Even the Mona Lisa goes to pieces. Since there fight club I can to swing half of the teeth that I in the mouth. Maybe self-improvement is not the answer. Tyler never knew his father. Perhaps the answer is self-destruction. Tyler and I still go to fight club, together. The fight club is the basement of a bar, now, on Saturday evening after closing time, and week after week when we go there are more people. Tyler is the only light in the piazza at the center of the black concrete basement and see that light reflected in dark in a hundred pairs of eyes. The first thing Tyler yells is, "The first rule of fight club is you do not talk about fight club . "The second rule of fight club," Tyler yells, "is that do not talk about fight club." As for me, I knew my father for six years, but I do not remember anything. My father puts up a new family in a new town every six years or so. More than a new family, as if put on a new branch . What you see at fight club is a generation of men raised by women . Tyler the only light in the darkness after midnight in a basement full of men, who rattles off Tyler the other rules: two men in combat, a combat time, no shirt, no shoes, the fight last as long as they want the fighters. "And the seventh rule," Tyler yells, "is that if this is the your first night at fight club, you have to fight." The fight club is not football on television. You're not there to watch a group of men who do not know and the other part of the world gets pounded live satellite a gap of two minutes late, and advertising of beer breaks every ten minutes and 's identification of the issuer. After you have been to fight club, watch football on TV is like watching pornography great sex when you could do in person. The fight club becomes your good reason to go to the gym and wear their hair short and cut your nails. The gyms are crowded with guys where you go trying to men seem as if a man be tantamount to look like he has in mind a sculptor or a advertising. As Tyler says, even a souffle is looking pumped. My father did the university so it was important that I did university. After college I called long distance and I asked, now what? My father did not know. When I found a job and have done twenty-five years I asked him in long distance, now what? My father did not know, so I replied: married. I am a thirty year old boy and I wonder if another woman is really the answer that I need. What happens at fight club is not the case in words. Some need a fight a week. This week Tyler says he will fight the first fifty coming in and sufficient. No one else. Last week I beat him on the shoulder of a finger a guy and we were put on the list for a fight. He must have had a week all crooked, I nailed his arms behind his head and he slammed the face against the floor until my teeth have square- ciat the inside of the cheek and one eye was swollen me so that I closed and started to bleed after and I said I just looked down on the floor and there was an imprint of half of my face in the blood. Tyler has stood by me and we were both to watch the big O of my mouth with all the blood around the crack of my eye and we stared at the floor and Tyler says, "Congratulations." I shake hands with the guy and tell him that it was a nice combat. he said: "Let us next week?". I try to smile and say the swelling, but look at me. Why we do next month? There is to be alive as you're alive at fight club. When are you and the other under that one light in the midst of all those who look . The fight club has nothing to do with winning or losing fights . The fight club is a matter of words . You see a guy who comes to fight club for the first time and the ass like a loaf of white. See the same six months later and it seems carved out of wood. You see that feels safe to tackle anything. There the fight club as a casino in the gym, but fight club nothing to do with putting themselves in shooting. There are hysterical cackles in slang as in church on Sunday morning when you wake up I feel redeemed. After my last fight, my opponent has clean the floor while I called my insurance for information flowing to the emergency room. Tyler hospital says they are dropped. Sometimes Tyler speaks for me. I reduced it by myself. Outside the sun was breaking. do not talk about fight club because except for five hours from two until seven on Sunday morning fight club does not exist.
The phone rang and Tyler answered. "If you do not know what they want," said the porter, "you end with a bunch of stuff I do not want. " may never be complete. may never be satisfied. may never be perfect. Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete. We met in a bar. goalkeeper has taken a number where police could find me. It was still raining. My Audi was still there, but with a floor lamp halogen Dakapo scattered on the windshield. Tyler and we found ourselves and we drank lots of beer and Tyler said, yes, I could go and stay with him, but I had to do him a favor. The next day my suitcase would arrive with minimum essential , six shirts, six pairs of underpants. There, drunk in a bar where no one was watching and nobody cared anything about us, I asked Tyler what he wanted me to do . "I want you to throw a punch as hard as you can."
large apartments on the top floor and sitting in chairs waiting for their atrium descended in the elevator after work. Three years I lived there and every night I found the door sitting reading his Ellery Queen while I was turning stock and barrel to open the door. goalkeeper raises an eyebrow and says that some people he goes on a long trip and leave the house a candle, a candle long long, come on, among a pool of gasoline. They are people with financial difficulties to do things like that. People looking for a way to wriggle out from under . I asked him to let me use the phone atrium. "A lot of young people seeking to impress the world includes this and that," said the goalkeeper. 10 I called Tyler. 11 phone rang in the house that Tyler had rent in Paper Street. Oh, Tyler, I beg you, please reply. And the phone rang. goalkeeper is facing me on the shoulder and says: "A lot of young people do not know what they really want." Oh, Tyler, please, save me. And the phone rang. "Young people think they want the whole world." Deliver me from Swedish furniture. Deliver me from the artistic and functional.
old cinema, new cinema, to carry a film to the next cinema Tyler must show the film at six, seven original pizza. Pizzas are small in a couple of suitcases hexagonal metal. Each case has its handle. It raises a luxury and you shoulder. Both weigh . Tyler is the waiter banquets, waiting tables in a hotel down in the center, and Tyler is the projectionist joined the trade union. I do not know what has worked in Tyler all those nights when I could not sleep. The old cinema with two projectors, a projectionist there must be at work to change projector at the precise moment that the public does not notice when a pizza interruption ends and another begins . We must be careful to white dots that are at the top, in the right corner of the screen. The signal. you notice and you will see two points in the bottom of the pizza. "cigarette burns" the call within. The first point is the white two-minute warning. activates the second projector to "go speed. The second point is the warning of the five white seconds. Emotion. Are there between the two projectors and the cabin overheated sweat from xenon lamps that if you look right you're blind. pass first point on the screen. The sound of a movie comes from a great speaker behind. The projection booth is soundproof because inside the cabin there is the noise toothed wheels that pull the film over the lens to six feet per second, ten frames a foot, sixty frames that snap every second, worse than a machine gun. The two projectors are in use, you are in the middle, ready to intervene on both levers shutter. projectors have a really old alarm mounted on the hub of the feed roller. Even after the film is spent on television there are still points of warning. Even in movies that make plane. When most of the film is over the recovery roller, this roller moves more slowly and the feed roller must rotate faster. the end of a pizza, the feed roller rotates so fast that starts the alarm that warns you that is coming being changed. Dark is hot because of the lamps inside the projectors and sound the alarm. You're there between the two projectors ready with the levers and supervise the corner of the screen. Skip the second point. Count to five. Close a bolt. At the same time open the other. Exchange. The film continues. Nobody in the audience notices. The alarm is on the feed roller so the projectionist can nap. A projectionist is many things that should not. Not all units are equipped with alarm. At home, sometimes you wake up in your bed dark with terror Essert asleep in the cab and may have missed a change. The audience screams behind you. The result, their fantasy film has gone up in smoke and the operator will call the union. You wake up at Krissy Field. The charm of the journey is wherever I go, tiny life. I go to the hotel, tiny bar of soap, small bottles of shampoo , panettino of butter to one slice , mouthwash tiny and disposable toothbrush. Folded the chair plane standard size. You are a giant. The problem is that you shoulders too wide. Your legs from Alice Wonders of the country are suddenly so long that they touch feet of the person in front of you. Here comes the lunch a do-it-yourself kit Miniature Chicken Cordon Bleu, a sort of collage dial to keep you busy. The pilot went on the alert belts and passengers are advised not to walk around the cabin. You wake up at Meigs Field. Sometimes Tyler wakes up in the darkness of terror sizzling may have missed a change of pizza or the film is broken or that the film has been out of place in that projector so that the teeth of the drive wheel are a row of punched holes in the sound track . After a film is finished in the teeth, through sound track of the lamp and the light passes instead speech shoots you in the ears a noise from helicopter blades each stroke of light through a hole in the tooth. cos'aitro That should not make a projectionist: Tyler slides obtained from the frames of a best film. The first full frontal nude figure on record was actress Angie Dickinson. Now that a copy of this film has gone from cinema to cinema the West Coast of the East Coast nude scene was gone. Was a projectionist took a frame. Another projectionist had taken a snapshot. Everyone wanted to be Angie Dickinson gives a naked. Then came the porn theaters and some of these projections are made collections become legendary. You wake up at Boeing Field. You wake up at LAX. We have a nearly empty flight this evening, so feel free to raise arms and elongated. You stretch, zigzag knees bent, back bent, elbows bent on three or four places. Place the clock in two hours or three hours after the first , Pacific, Mountain, Central, or Easter Time; lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life and should be ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Cleveland Hopkins. You wake up again at SeaTac. You're a projectionist and six tired and angry, but more than anything else you're bored so you start by taking a frame porn made by some other projectionist you found hidden somewhere in the cabin and came this frame of half arm red penis or a chasm of vulva wet foreground in some other film. This is one of those adventures of animals, where the dogs and cats are abandoned by a family that on a trip and need to return home from alone. In the third pizza, immediately after the dog and the cat, which have human voices and talk and have just finished eating stuff found in a garbage can, passes in an instant erection. Things Tyler ago. A single frame in a film remains on the screen to one sixtieth of a second. Divide a second into sixty equal parts . So hard erection. A tower of four storeys above the top member of an audience of popcorn, sticky red and terrible, and nobody sees it. You wake up again at Logan. is a terrible way to travel, this. I go to meetings instead of my head, when he did not want to. I take notes. Then I come back to you. Wherever I go, I go to apply the formula. will keep the secret. is elementary arithmetic. The problem is fixed. If a new car built by my company to be part Chicago west to sixty miles per hour and rear differential locks and the car crashed and all the people trapped inside end burned alive, my company a mandate for a withdrawal from the market ? You put the number of vehicles in the field and you multiplied by the coefficient of failure probability B, then multiply the result by the average cost of C without direct compensation case in court. A to B to C equals X. This is what it will cost if we withdraw machines. If X is greater than the cost of a recall, withdrew machines and everything is settled. If X is less than the cost of a recall, then not withdrawn. Wherever I go there and piled burned the carcass of a car waiting for me. I know where all the skeletons are . See it as my guarantee of employment. Business hotel, restaurant foods. Wherever I go make friends with the tiny people sitting next to me are from Logan to Krissy to Willow Run. My qualification is coordinator of operations withdrawal from the market, explain his friend to turn sitting next to me, but I work for a future as a scout. O'Hare I wake up again. Tyler has spliced \u200b\u200ba penis in every movie after the first. usually close-ups, or a vagina the Grand Canyon with lots of echo, four high plans and vibrant blood pressure while Cinderella danced with her Prince Charming and the people watching. Nobody has protested . People have eaten and drunk, but the evening was not the same. The people got sick or was started crying and did not know why. Only a hummingbird could take the intervention of Tyler. You wake up at JFK. me and I melt swollen upon landing when one wheel on the runway but the plane slams tilts to one side and remains in the balance in the decision whether or straighten tumbling. At this time does not count more. Look up at the stars and go. Not your luggage. There is nothing that counts. Not your bad breath. The windows are dark and the turbines roar to the contrary. The fuselage takes the wrong angle under the roar of the turbines and you will not have to complete a costs. Received request for disbursements exceeding twenty-five dollars. You will no longer be going to cut your hair. a thud and the second wheel touches the tarmac. Staccato hundred seat belt buckles that open and disposable friend next to which all but six finished afterlife says I hope you do not miss your chance. Yes, me too. And this is what has been effective for your time. And life goes on. And so, by chance, Tyler and I meet. was time to take a vacation. You wake up at LAX. again. How I met Tyler is that I went to a nudist beach . It was the end of summer and I was sleeping. Tyler was naked and sweating, all of coarse sand, her hair wet and stringy that hung over his face. Tyler was a long time before we met. Tyler was fishing pieces of wood by the undertow and dragged them on the beach. In the wet sand had already planted a semicircle of poles a few inches from each other , high to arrive in the eyes. There were four strains and when I woke up I started to look Tyler who dragged up the beach a fifth. Tyler dug a hole near one end of the pole , then raised the other end until it slip into the hole so it could remain erect, a bit 'lopsided. You wake up on the beach. We were the only ones on the beach. With a wooden Tyler scored a straight line in the sand few feet long. Tyler is back to straighten the pole kicking sand around the base. I was the only person watching the operation. "You know what time is it?" Tyler asked me screaming. I always wear the watch. "You know what time is it?" I asked him where. "Here," said Tyler. "Here where we are." was four and six minutes in the afternoon. After a while 'Tyler sat cross-legged in the shade of poles erected. Tyler has been sitting for a few minutes , got up and went for a swim. has slipped a shirt and a pair of tracksuit pants and was preparing to leave. I had to ask. I had to know what Tyler was while I was sleeping. If I could wake up in a different place at a time different, I could wake up other than myself? I asked Tyler if he was an artist. Tyler shrugged and showed me how five poles were erected to the wider base. Tyler showed me the line he had drawn in the sand and the line as used to calibrate the shadow cast by each . Sometimes you wake up and you need to ask where you are. What Tyler had created was the shadow of a giant hand . Now the fingers were Nosferatu-long were long, and the thumb was too short, but he told me how at four-thirty the hand was perfect. The shadow of a giant hand was perfect for a minute and a minute Tyler had sat perfect in the palm of a perfection that he himself had created. You wake up and you're nowhere. One minute was enough, Tyler said, was to work hard to get, but a minute of perfection was worth the effort . A moment was the most we could expect from perfection. You wake up and that is enough. His name was Tyler Durden, and was a projectionist union member and was a banquet waiter at the hotel, down in the center, and gave me his phone number . is how I met Tyler.
You wake Air Harbor International. Each takeoff and landing when the plane tilts too, hoped in the crash. that time heals my insomnia with narcolepsy when we might die helpless as
packed human tobacco in the fuselage. is how I know Tyler Durden. You wake up O'Hare. You wake up at LaGuardia. You wake up at Logan. Tyler worked as a part-time projectionist. because of his nature, Tyler could only do crafts night. If a projectionist got sick, the union called Tyler . Some people are a night owl. Other people are diurnal. I could only work during the day. You wake up at Dulles. insurance pay compensation triple if you die during a business trip. I was hoping in effect vortex. I was hoping sucked into the pelican turbines and tightening defective and ice on the wings. At takeoff, the plane launched for the track and the wings upwards, with back in the position of maximum vertical and vas-soi closed and all the personal baggage compartments higher, approaching the end of track, when absolute ban on smoking, I was hoping for a crash . You wake up at Love Field. In a projection room where the film was old enough Tyler made the change. Where is there to do the change in the cabin there are two projectors and one is in operation. I know this because Tyler knows this. The second projector is ready with the next pizza films. Almost all the films consist of six or seven small reels of film to be projected in a certain order. In the newest film all stick together in a film Pizzone. So it's no having to maneuver two projectors and make changes, go back and forth, a pizza, exchange, pizza on the two projector exchange, pizza three on the first fixture. Exchange. You wake up at SeaTac. Studio people on the plastic table. a woman with brown hair floating in the ocean scattered around the head and the seat cushion close to the chest. 's eyes are wide open, but is neither smiling nor enraged. In another image, people calm as Hindu cows stretch from their seats to take the oxygen masks that jumped out of the ceiling. must be an emergency. Oh. We lost pressure. Oh. You wake up and you're at Willow Run.
Major Bob's arms were locked inside to keep me in the dark and I was squeezed between new tits Bob of sweaty, giant pendants, imagine how big those of God around the basement of the church full of people we meet every night: this is Art, this is Paul, this is Bob, the broad shoulders of Bob I suggest horizon. The thick hair of Bob were those that you find when you call the gel modeling foam, so thick and blond and the parting so straight. With your arms around me, I Bob's hand stroking his head against the new tits that are blossomed on his chest. "It'll be all right," says Bob. "Cry, cry." From knees to feel the opposite chemical reactions within Bob that burn food and oxygen. "Maybe they threw it all away in time," says Bob "Maybe it's just a seminoma. With a seminoma you a probability of survival is almost one hundred percent . " Bob's shoulders sucking in a long breath, then let go , spring, spring into sobs. You suck. let go, let go, let go. For two years I come here every week and every week Bob envelops me in his arms and I cry . "Cry" Bob says and inhales and sin, sin, sobbing. "Courage cry." The big face wet I sit on my head and I was there get lost in it. It is now that I start crying. Crying is easy in the dark stuffy, closed inside someone else , when you see that everything that'll never end up in junk combine. Everything you'll ever be proud eventually thrown away. And I'm lost inside. is the closest I got to sleep in almost a week. is how I met Marla Singer. Bob cries because six months ago, pulled off his testicles. Then hormone replacement therapy. Bob has tits because his testosterone level is too high. Raise level too much testosterone and your body increases the estrogens to find a balance. This is the time when I cry now as because now your life is reduced to nothing or even nothing, oblivion. Too much estrogen and you are her tits like a girl. Easy cry when you realize that all the people you love or do you reject or go to the other world. Given a long enough period of time, for all the survival rate falls to zero. Bob loves me because she believes that I have removing the testicles. around us, in the basement of Trinity Episcopal with sofas chess from peanuts, there will be twenty men and one woman, all intertwined two by two, almost all in tears. Some couples are bent forward, their heads crushed ear to ear , like the wrestlers, ingrippati. The man in the company of the only woman the plant his elbows on his shoulders, one elbow to take part in the side of the head, the head of her between his hands, and the face of him that cries against the neck of her. The woman's face is twisted from one side . I peek out from under the armpit of Big Bob. "All my life," Bob cries. "Why am I beating, do not know."
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