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FightClub by ChuckPalahniuk Chapter1 TYLERGETSMEajobasawaiter,afterthatTyler'spushingaguninmy mouthandsaying,thefirststeptoeternallifeisyouhavetodie.Fora longtimethough,TylerandIwerebestfriends.Peoplearealwaysasking, didIknowaboutTylerDurden. Thebarrelofthegunpressedagainstthebackofmythroat,Tylersays "Wereallywon'tdie." WithmytongueIcanfeelthesilencerholeswedrilledintothebarrelof *snip* Somebody fucked around with this message at 10:58 on Sep 12, 2020 |
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Chapter5 TWOSCREENSINTOmydemotoMicrosoft,Itastebloodandhaveto startswallowing.Mybossdoesn'tknowthematerial,buthewon'tletme runthedemowithablackeyeandhalfmyfaceswollenfromthestitches insidemycheek.Thestitcheshavecomeloose,andIcanfeelthemwith mytongueagainsttheinsideofmycheek.Picturesnarledfishinglineon thebeach.Icanpicturethemastheblackstitchesonadogafterit'sbeen fixed,andIkeepswallowingblood.Mybossismakingthepresentation frommyscript,andI'mrunningthelaptopprojectorsoI'mofftooneside oftheroom,inthedark. MoreofmylipsarestickywithbloodasItrytolickthebloodoff,and *snip* Somebody fucked around with this message at 10:59 on Sep 12, 2020 |
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hapter6 ONEMORNING,THERE'Sthedeadjellyfishofausedcondomfloating inthetoilet. ThisishowTylermeetsMarla. Igetuptotakealeak,andthereagainstthesortofcavepaintingsofdirtin thetoiletbowlisthis.Youhavetowonder,whatdospermthink. This? Thisisthevaginalvault? What'shappeninghere? *snip* Somebody fucked around with this message at 11:00 on Sep 12, 2020 |
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Chapter9 MYBOSSSTANDStooclosetomydeskwithhislittlesmile,hislips togetherandstretchedthin,hiscrotchatmyelbow.Ilookupfromwriting thecoverletterforarecallcampaign.Theselettersalwaysbeginthesame way: "Thisnoticeissenttoyouinaccordancewiththerequirementsofthe NationalMotorVehicleSafetyAct.Wehavedeterminedthatadefect exists..." ThisweekIrantheliabilityformula,andforonceAtimesBtimesC *snip* Somebody fucked around with this message at 10:59 on Sep 12, 2020 |
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Chapter14 MYBOSSBRINGSanothersheetofpapertomydeskandsetsitatmy elbow.Idon'tevenwearatieanymore.Mybossiswearinghisbluetie,so itmustbeaThursday.Thedoortomyboss'sofficeisalwaysclosednow, andwehaven'ttradedmorethantwowordsanydaysincehefoundthe fightclubrulesinthecopymachineandImaybeimpliedImightguthim withashotgunblast.Justmeclowningaround,again. Or,ImightcalltheCompliancepeopleattheDepartmentof Transportation.There'safrontseatmountingbracketthatneverpassed *snip* Somebody fucked around with this message at 10:59 on Sep 12, 2020 |
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Chapter19 ALLNIGHTLONG,yourthoughtsareontheair. AmIsleeping?HaveIsleptatall?Thisistheinsomnia. Trytorelaxalittlemorewitheverybreathout,butyourheart'sstillracing andyourthoughtstornadoinyourhead. Nothingworks.Notguidedmeditation. You'reinIreland. Notcountingsheep. *snip* gag edit: As much as I like the joke and admire your effort you put into this, this is way too much spam for me to go through in the morning (USER WAS PUT ON PROBATION FOR THIS POST) Somebody fucked around with this message at 11:10 on Sep 12, 2020 |
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