This is it - ground zero.

med the worst.

Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex.

Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation.

Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job.

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.

One step closer to economic equilibrium.

Hey, you created me. I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility! Three minutes. This is it - ground zero. Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion? It's called a changeover. The movie goes on, and nobody in the audience has any idea. Tinsel still clinging to it. Like a sex crime victim. Underwear inside out. Bound with electrical tape. Well, what do you want me to do? You just want me to hit you? I got this dress at a thrift store for one dollar.

People do it everyday, they talk to themselves... they see themselves as they'd like to be, they don't have the courage you have, to just run with it. Like so many others, I had become a slave to the Ikea nesting instinct. Strangers with this kind of honesty make me go a big rubbery one. I had it all. I had a stereo that was very decent, a wardrobe that was getting very respectable. I was close to being complete. Well, I'm still here. But I don't know for how long. That's as much certainty as anyone can give me. But I've got some good news: I no longer have any fear of death. But... I am in a pretty lonely place. No one will have sex with me. I'm so close to the end, and all I want is to get laid for the last time. I have pornographic movies in my apartment, and lubricants, and amyl nitrite... Why would anyone want this shit job? And I used to be such a nice guy. Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club.

It's a bridesmaid's dress. Someone loved it intensely for one day, and then tossed it. Like a Christmas tree. So special. Then, bam, it's on the side of the road. It's getting exciting now, two and one-half. Think of everything we've accomplished, man. Out these windows, we will view the collapse of financial history. One step closer to economic equilibrium. Man, you've got some fucked up friends, I'm tellin' ya. Limber, though... Is that what a real man is supposed to look like? I'll bring us through this. As always. I'll carry you - kicking and screaming - and in the end you'll thank me. You met me at a very strange time in my life. Tinsel still clinging to it. Like a sex crime victim. Underwear inside out. Bound with electrical tape. It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.

Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you.

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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 everyth

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