duminică, 11 octombrie 2009
Exit music!
-What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction. -Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them. -It's pathetic how we can't live with the things we can't understand. How we need everything labeled and explained and deconstructed. -The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it's only intangibles, ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. -You still believe in death... that's just so... quaint. Well, sorry to pop your death bubble, but there's no such thing. So make the best of things. Any real belief in death is just wishful thinking. Don't waste good drugs on killing yourself. Share them with friends and have a party. Or send them to me. -There is nothing special in the world. Nothing magic. Just physics. -The same way a compact disk isn't responsible for what's recorded on it, that's how we are. You're about as free to act as a programmed computer. You're about as one-of-a-kind as a dollar bill. -When you go out with a drunk, you'll notice how a drunk fills your glass so he can empty his own. As long as you're drinking, drinking is okay. Two's company. Drinking is fun. If there's a bottle, even if your glass isn't empty, he'll pour a little in your glass before he fills his own. -Drugs or overeating or alcohol or sex, it was all just another way to find peace. To escape what we know. Our education. Our bite of the apple. -When you don't share your problems, you resent hearing the problems of other people. -Without sacrifice, without death, we would have nothing. -People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown. -Which is worse: Hell or nothing? -A minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection -With a gun stuck in your mouth and the barrel of the gun between your teeth, you can only talk in vowels. -Don't do what you want. Do what you don't want. Do what you're trained not to want. Do the things that scare you the most. -Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known. -People are all over the world telling their one dramatic story and how their life has turned into getting over this one event. Now their lives are more about the past than their future. -The idea that I can't share my problems with other people makes me not give a shit about their problems.
Chuck Palahniuk
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