This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time

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 who
claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think
everything you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told you should
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

 

This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time

You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh.

  

I would flip through catalogs and wonder "what kind of dining set defines me as a person?"

The things you own, they end up owning you.

It's all going down, man! So fuck off, with your sofa units and your green stripe patterns. I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let's evolve and let the chips fall where they may.

Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. 

  

Advertisements have them chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit they don't need. We are the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no great war, or great depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised by television to believe that one day we'll all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars -- but we won't. And we're learning slowly that fact.

   

JACK:
 Tyler, I want you to really listen to me.

TYLER
: Okay...

JACK:
 My eyes are open.

Others:

Please return your seat back to their full and upright and locked position.

Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.

Why credit card companies? 
If you erase the debt record, we all go back to zero. It'll create total chaos.

If I did have a tumor, I'd name it Marla.  Marla...the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can't.

Cigarette burns. Why would anyone want this shit job? Because it affords him other interesting opportunities. Like splicing single frames of pornography into family films, that's when you'll catch the flash of Tyler's contribution in the film.

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, lubricants, and amyl nitrate...

Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. We are the same decaying organic matter organic as everyone else.

"Worker bees can leave
Even drones can fly away
The queen is their slave"