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kirk tv season three ----- show 20
deja vu -- ive seen it -- Time goes by -- so slowly...
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intro to the show:
hey kirk tv here -
ok and now a short commentary by yours truly --
kirk tv -
as we all know -- these are troubled times -- it seems like fear is everywhere...
we all want love -- sex of course is easy to find -- and affection is even harder...
but love, affection and sex seems to many, all in one partner, seems to be:
the ultimate goal...
and as the world spins closer to doom and destruction every day or so it seems...
were all just stuck here trying to find that one special love -- our soul mates..before everything goes in the shitter..
first of all -- you can have one, two,
three or many soul mates in one lifetime -- to share and create together..
and about love...
>>
there are many kinds of love and also many kinds of sex - for that matter -- as long as the sex is among two adults 18 years or older -- and consenting on both sides then --- whats the big deal??
i ask u ? ladeies and gentleman -- love is love -- so if its homo -love or hetero love then your lucky indeed to have found it...
and i giv you my kirktv blessings -- on down the line for love and happiness and wealth and health - >>>>>
but if u havent found ur ""true love"" yet -- then just remember --
like i always tell my viewers...dont ever say that nobody loves u -- -->>>>?
why??
because iam kirk tv and i love u --
so while u are at work this week and getting yelled at by your boss or d-own-loading porn on the company computer..or at the xerox machine -- dont think to yourself:
"man i hate my lfe and i hate everyone..."
ok??
dont say that---
just remeber that -- every monday night i'll be
here for you --
giving you spiritual love...which is really what we all crave -- >>>right ?
>>----so in the meantime --
if the christians -- the ah --
fake --- right wing republican -- ""christians""
blow the entitre planet to bits -- in the name of "jesus" of course....
well it wasnt all in vain...u got the unconditional love that iam sending u right now ...
shakti!!
Yes!
it's true----
i want peace in the world and yes -- world peace...and love for all----
and i know u do too---
but in the meantime dont connect to the rampant fear that seems to plaugue everyone and everything...at this time....
just give them love -- real love -- from the real jesus --
who said -- yeah just "love ur neighboor"
as u love yourself...
......and watch kirk tv -- of course --
for love and entertainment and mr. sock monkee whoose currently bottoming out on his meth addiction....
ok,, Mr. sock monkee?? >>>>(flies by)>>>>
see ya in re-hab!!
ok man ?
just relax and let go and let god...
and speaking of: tonight --
paranoid conspiracy -- prophet....from the 70s
author phiilip k dick...whoose dead now -- but we can talk about his wrtings and the films hes inspired...
future world --is the topic tonight on kirk tv
>>> is it a dark future ???
and is it too late for us all -- ??
or can we stop the dark futures we like to see at the movies from happening>>>??
(pause)
In the theory of quantum mechanics...time occurs simultaneously -- all at the same time...
i was in the grocery store...the other day...and i was watching people...
losing your persepctive...and fear...and becoming and adapting to the mental illness of the media -- and this popular culture...b/c it is mental ill --
One film comes to mind...
""Brother from another planet...""
( A GREAT FILM FROM THE 80s)
if u will...
and it taught me to sometimes look upon life as an outside observer and detatch...
detatch and observe...
since ive been dead all ready 5 times -- i can detatch more -- than most people becaue i've been to the other side -- a few times -- and yeah it really is:
nothing but love...
paranoia and the sixth -- brow chakra...
evocative of platos cave...lost in the shadows..lost in addicitons --
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>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>what is happening to us ????>>>>>
lost in a dream...of limitation...??
limitations pressed upon us everyday...like having a two minute attention span...
which reminds me of a scene from the film:
"Midnight Express.." an Oliver Stone...film...
and the main character is lost...
and he wakes up and finds himself in a cave...like platos cave...
are we indeed
- lost in a bad "dream" of fear...
do u understand ??
so get a pen and paper - and write some of these down b/c u may want to see them again or for the first time ok ready ??
the protagonist escapes -- right out the back door...
dark future: are you going to sit in the cave of the shadows or get the hell up and remove your "psychic" bondage...NEO???
ok man -- and NOW!
the following is a list of films with a very dark future --
and quite interesting to ponder --
topping the list --
>>>>>1984 - with jon hurt !!!
and
brave new world >>>>>>>>>>
and --
((margret atwood )) film : -- "the handmaids tale"
(( -- this one will blo u away...))
and --
roller-ball
the island
"future world..."
12 monkeys...
scanner darkly
minority report
matrixx
soylent green
dark city -- >>
gattica
AI-- artificial intelligence spielberg
total recall
blade runner
planet of the apes!!
2001 -- twenty years later --
paycheck
city of lost children...
terminator
total recall
true lies
ok well thats it -- thnkxx for watching
kirk tv
peace-- ending --
Date: Mar 6, 2007 12:17 PM
Subject whats on your mind ?
Body: hey everyone -- anyone ?
below are my notes for next weeks kirk tv- show
I'am thinking about -- my notes are below --
I think I opened up a psychic -- "Can of worms" here but need some feedback
I guess I'am asking -- "what is reality?"
or propsoing that you consider all the reality is up for negociation?
maybe --
any thoughts on the following notes as a topic and group discussion for my 5-8 million viewers -- worldwide ??
do we all create realtiy ?
together ?
ok let me know any thoughts or comments
thank you --
love light and calm....
k-tv
kirk tv seanson three -- show 23
http://med.stanford.edu/school/Psychiatry/PSTreatLab/dissoc.html
tonights "discussion"
is about
iam posing the questions not providing the answers...
what is genius?
what is being "Famous" ??
group reality -
shamanism
dissassociation
healing ceremonies
conciousness
altered states and "altars"
altar -- egos
split personalities
multiple-personalties
the id-ego and super-ego
repression -- depression
the conciousness and the unconciouness
the sub-conciousness...
dream states altered realities...
agreeing on what is realtiy?
group reality and culture...
what is suicide?
self destruction-- ex: what is sky diving?
or climbing to the top of Everest?
what is a "Rave?"
meditation...?
or a "simulation"
manipulation of realities?
acceptable ideas from diff cultures..
norms - traditions and ceremonies...
intention...
near death experinece...
shamnism -- and confronting the dis-ease...
addiction to another reality
the mind ?
change your mind...?
never mind
i dont mind
????
in my mind ?
whats on ur mind....
mind bending --
the final frontier...
healing the mind ?
does it need to be healed ?
perhaps if we didnt have such a rigid ideas of what reality is -- (yet no one can agree what it is...)
then everyone wouldnt try to "escape" it ???
what is addiction -- ??
drug abuse-- ?
what is a nervous breakdown?
film: going to the movies or watching films
why do you scream at the "scary parts" or jump?
when you know its only a movie ?
are you changed when you leave the theater?
why do we have plays -- ?
is there something "wrong" with you because you want to go to therapy?
why do people make films then ?
to change your mind ?
what is "normal" and "para-normal"???
add to the list.......
k
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11: 11 what does this mean ?
Body: Aliens ?
contact ?
strange spiritual beings are directing us to look at clocks with the exact readiings of :
11:11
new age phenonmenon or alien encounters?
tell me your stories and watch kirk tv tonight @
11-30pm and every Monday -- see a list of indicators -- - >>>>
see you tonight !!
k-TV
Ask y
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Ask yourself if you . . .
1. Have had unexplainable missing or lost time of one hour or more.
2. Have been paralyzed in bed with a being in your room.
3. Have unusual scars or marks with no possible explanation on how you received them (small scoop indentation, straight line scar, triangular marks, scars in roof of mouth, in nose, behind or in ears, etc.)
4. Have seen balls of light or flashes of light in your home or other locations
5. Have a memory of flying through the air which could not be a dream, or many dreams involving flying.
6. Have a strong "marker memory" that will not go away (i.e.: an alien face, an examination, a needle, a table, a strange skinny baby, etc.)
7. Have seen beams of light outside your home, or come into your room through a window.
8. Have had many dreams of UFOs, beams of light, or alien beings.
9. Have had a shocking UFO sighting or multiple sightings in your life.
10. Have a cosmic awareness, an interest in ecology, environment, vegetarianism, or are very socially conscious.
11. Have a strong sense of having a mission or important task to perform, sometime, without knowing where this compulsion is coming from.
12. Have a secret feeling that you are "special" or "chosen," somehow.
13. Have had unexplainable events occur in your life, and felt strangely anxious afterwards.
14. Have had several strange psychic experiences - such as knowing that something is going to happen before it happens.
15. For women only: Have had false pregnancy or missing fetus. (pregnant, and then not)
16. Have awoken in another place than where you went to sleep, or don't remember ever going to sleep. (i.e. waking up with your head at the foot of your bed, or in your car)
17. Have had a dream of eyes such as animal eyes (like an owl or deer), or remember seeing an animal looking in at you. Also if you have a fear of eyes.
18. Have awoken in the middle of the night startled.
19. Have strong reaction to cover of Communion or pictures of aliens. Either an aversion to or being drawn to.
20. Have inexplicably strong fears or phobias. (i.e. heights, snakes, spiders, large insects, certain sounds, bright lights, your personal security or being alone).
21. Have experienced self-esteem problem much of your life.
22. Have seen someone with you become paralyzed, motionless, or frozen in time, especially someone you sleep with.
23. Have a memory of having a special place with spiritual significance, when you were a youngster.
24. Have had someone in your life who claims to have witnessed a ship or alien near you or has witnessed you having been missing.
25. Have had, at any time, blood or strangel stain on sheet or pillow, with no explanation of how it got there.
26. Have an interest in the subject of UFO sightings or aliens, perhaps compelled to read about it a lot.
27. Have an extreme aversion towards the subject of UFO's or aliens - don't want to talk about it.
28. Have been suddenly compelled to drive or walk to an out of the way or unknown area.
29. Have the feeling of being watched much of the time, especially at night.
30. Have had dreams of passing through a closed window or solid wall.
31. Have seen a strange fog or haze that should not be there.
32. Have heard strange humming or pulsing sounds, and you could not identify the source.
33. Have had unusual nose bleeds at any time in your life. Or have awoken with a nose bleed.
34. Have awoken with soreness in your genitals which can not be explained.
35. Have had back or neck problems, T-3 vertebrae out often, or awoken with an unusual stiffness in any part of the body.
36. Have had chronic sinusitis or nasal problems.
37. Have had electronics around you go haywire or oddly malfunction with no explanation (such as street lights going out as you walk under them, TV's and radios affected as you move close, etc.).
38. Have seen a hooded figure in or near your home, especially next to your bed.
39. Have had frequent or sporadic ringing in your ears, especially in one ear.
40. Have an unusual fear of doctors or tend to avoid medical treatment.
41. Have insomnia or sleep disorders which are puzzling to you.
42. Have had dreams of doctors or medical procedures.
43. Have frequent or sporadic headaches, especially in the sinus, behind one eye, or in one ear.
44. Have the feeling that you are going crazy for even thinking about these sorts of things.
45. Have had paranormal or psychic experiences, including intuition.
46. Have been prone to compulsive or addictive behavior.
47. Have channeled telepathic messages from extraterrestrials.
48. Have simply heard an external voice in your head, speaking to you, perhaps instructing or guiding you.
49. Have been afraid of your closet, now or as a child.
50. Have had sexual or relationship problems (such as an odd "feeling" that you must not become involved in a relationship because it would interfere with "something.")
51. Have to sleep against the wall or must sleep with your bed against a wall.
52. Have a fear that you must be very vigilant or you will be taken away by "someone."
53. Have a difficult time trusting other people, especially authority figures.
54. Have had dreams of destruction or catastrophe.
55. Have the feeling that you are not supposed to talk about these things, or that you should not talk about them.
56. Have experienced many things in this list, and recall your children or parents speaking of similar experiences on occasion.
57. Have tried to resolve these types of problems with little or no success.
58. Have many of these traits but can't remember anything about an abduction or alien encounter.
reprinted here - from the web
no copyright infringement assumed/public domain
not my writing but I read this on the show b/c it was so inspiring...
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A Dog's Purpose, from a 4 year-old
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old
Irish Wolf hound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa,
and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and
they were hoping for a miracle. I examined Belker and found he was
dying of cancer. I told the family we
couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the
euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home. As we made
arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for
four-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane
might learn something from the experience. The next day, I felt
the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him.
Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I
wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes,
Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept
Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat
together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud about the
sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who
had been
listening quietly, piped up, "I know why." Startled, we all turned to
him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a
more comforting explanation. He said, "People are born so that they
can learn how to live a good life -- like loving everybody all the
time and being nice, right?" The four-year-old continued, "Well, dogs
already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long."
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. More
wonders: If a dog was the teacher you would learn stuff like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be
pure ecstasy.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough.
Be loyal. Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle
them gently.
ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY
fin..........
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All about Fight Club.........
Fight Club (1999)
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Narrator: You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
Narrator: This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.
Lou: [Lou hits Tyler in the face] Do you hear me now?
Tyler Durden: No I didn't quite catch that Lou.
[Lou hits Tyler again]
Tyler Durden: Still not getting it.
[Lou hits Tyler a few more times]
Tyler Durden: Ok, I got it. Shit I lost it.
[Lou continues to beat up Tyler]
Tyler Durden: Fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may.
Tyler Durden: Fight Club was the beginning, now it's moved out of the basement, it's called Project Mayhem.
Tyler Durden: Only after disaster can we be resurrected.
Narrator: [Tyler steers the car into the opposite lane and accelerates] What are you doing?
Tyler Durden: Guys, what would you wish you'd done before you died?
Steph: Paint a self-portrait.
The Mechanic: Build a house.
Tyler Durden: [to Narrator] And you?
Narrator: I don't know. Turn the wheel now, come on!
Tyler Durden: You have to know the answer to this question! If you died right now, how would you feel about your life?
Narrator: I don't know, I wouldn't feel anything good about my life, is that what you want to hear me say? Fine. Come on!
Tyler Durden: Not good enough.
Tyler Durden: Now, a question of etiquette - as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?
Tyler Durden: I want you to hit me as hard as you can.
Narrator: What? In the face?
Tyler Durden: Surprise me.
Narrator: This is so fucking stupid.
Tyler Durden: [whispering] Tell him the liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perception.
Tyler Durden: Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of Raymond K. Hessle's life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever had.
Tyler Durden: Hey, you created me. I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility!
[first lines]
[Tyler points a gun into the Narrator's mouth]
Narrator: [voiceover] People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden.
Tyler Durden: Three minutes. This is it - ground zero. Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion?
Narrator: ...i... ann... iinn... ff... nnyin...
Narrator: [voiceover] With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.
[Tyler removes the gun from the Narrator's mouth]
Narrator: I can't think of anything.
Narrator: [voiceover] For a second I totally forgot about Tyler's whole controlled demolition thing and I wonder how clean that gun is.
Narrator: This is crazy...
Tyler Durden: 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.
Tyler Durden: I want you to do me a favor.
Narrator: Yeah, sure...
Tyler Durden: I want you to hit me as hard as you can.
Tyler Durden: Did you know if you mixed equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate you can make napalm?
Narrator: No. I did not know that. Is that true?
Tyler Durden: That's right; one can make all kinds of explosives using simple household items...
Narrator: Really?
Tyler Durden: If one were so inclined.
Tyler Durden: Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it!
Narrator: OK. Give me some water!
Tyler Durden: Listen, you can run water over your hand and make it worse or...
[shouts]
Tyler Durden: look at me... or you can use vinegar and neutralize the burn.
Narrator: Please let me have it... *Please*!
Tyler Durden: First you have to give up, first you have to *know*... not fear... *know*... that someday you're gonna die.
Tyler Durden: All right, if the applicant is young, tell him he's too young. Old, too old. Fat, too fat. If the applicant then waits for three days without food, shelter, or encouragement he may then enter and begin his training.
Narrator: We have front row seats for this theater of mass destruction. The demolition committee of Project Mayhem wrapped the foundation columns of a dozen buildings with blasting gelatin. In two minutes, primary charges will blow base charges and a few square blocks will be reduced to smoldering rubble. I know this... because Tyler knows this.
Robert 'Bob' Paulson: Go ahead, Cornelius, you can cry.
Marla Singer: Candy stripe a cancer ward. It's not my problem.
Tyler Durden: [pointing at an emergency instruction manual on a plane] You know why they put oxygen masks on planes?
Narrator: So you can breath.
Tyler Durden: Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you're taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It's all right here. Emergency water landing - 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows.
Narrator: That's, um... That's an interesting theory.
Marla Singer: I've got a stomachful of Xanax. I took what was left of a bottle. It might have been too much.
Marla Singer: Your whacked out bald freaks hit me with a fucking broom! They almost broke my arm! They we're burning their fingertips with lye, the stink was unbelievable!
Tyler Durden: It's getting exciting now, 2 and 1/2. Think of everything we've accomplished, man. Out these windows, we will view the collapse of financial history. One step closer to economic equilibrium.
Narrator: Tyler, what the fuck is going on here?
Tyler Durden: I ask you for one thing, one simple thing.
Narrator: Why do people think that I'm you? Answer me!
Tyler Durden: Sit.
Narrator: Now answer me, why do people think that I'm you.
Tyler Durden: I think you know.
Narrator: No, I don't.
Tyler Durden: Yes, you do. Why would anyone possibly confuse you with me?
Narrator: Uh... I... I don't know.
[Random flashbacks]
Tyler Durden: You got it.
Narrator: No.
Tyler Durden: Say it.
Narrator: Because...
Tyler Durden: Say it.
Narrator: Because we're the same person.
Tyler Durden: That's right.
[after vigorous sex with Tyler Durden]
Marla Singer: My God. I haven't been fucked like that since grade school.
Narrator: I am Jack's smirking revenge.
Tyler Durden: Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
Narrator: First person that comes out this fucking door gets a... gets a *lead salad*, you understand?
Tyler Durden: All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.
Narrator: [V.O] This is Bob. Bob had bitch tits.
[Camera pans to a REMAINING MEN TOGETHER sign]
Narrator: [V.O] This was a support group for men with testicular cancer. The big moosie slobbering all over me... that was Bob.
Robert 'Bob' Paulson: We're still men.
Narrator: [slightly muffled due to Bob's enormous breasts] Yes, we're men. Men is what we are.
Narrator: [V.O] Eight months ago, Bob's testicles were removed. Then hormone therapy. He developed bitch tits because his testosterone was too high and his body upped the estrogen. And that was where I fit...
Robert 'Bob' Paulson: They're gonna have to open my pecs again to drain the fluid.
Narrator: [V.O] Between those huge sweating tits that hung enormous, the way you'd think of God's as big.
Tyler Durden: It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
Tyler Durden: It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
Tyler Durden: [his last words] What's that smell?
Richard Chesler: Is that your blood?
Narrator: Some of it, yeah.
Narrator: Oh, it's late. Hey, thanks for the beer.
Tyler Durden: Yeah, man.
Narrator: I should find a hotel.
Tyler Durden: [in disbelief] What?
Narrator: What?
Tyler Durden: A hotel?
Narrator: Yeah.
Tyler Durden: Just ask, man.
Narrator: What are you talking about?
Tyler Durden: [laughs] Three pitchers of beer, and you still can't ask.
Narrator: What?
Tyler Durden: You call me because you need a place to stay.
Narrator: Oh, hey, no, no, no, I didn't mean...
Tyler Durden: Yes, you did. So just ask. Cut the foreplay and just ask.
Narrator: Would - would that be a problem?
Tyler Durden: Is it a problem for you to ask?
Narrator: Can I stay at your place?
Tyler Durden: Yeah.
Tyler Durden: In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.
Narrator: I felt like destroying something beautiful.
Tyler Durden: You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
Narrator: When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake.
Tyler Durden: Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
Narrator: On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
Tyler Durden: The first rule of Fight Club is - you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is - you DO NOT talk about Fight Club. Third rule of Fight Club, someone yells Stop!, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule, only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule, one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule, no shirt, no shoes. Seventh rule, fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule, if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.
Narrator: [about the soap] Tyler sold his soap to department stores at $20 a bar. Lord knows what they charged. It was beautiful. We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them.
Narrator: When people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just...
Marla Singer: - instead of just waiting for their turn to speak?
[after meeting and having sex with Marla]
Tyler Durden: Man, you've got some fucked up friends, I'm tellin' ya. Limber, though...
Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you.
Narrator: Well, what do you want me to do? You just want me to hit you?
Tyler Durden: C'mon, do me this one favor.
Narrator: Why?
Tyler Durden: Why? I don't know why; I don't know. Never been in a fight. You?
Narrator: No, but that's a good thing.
Tyler Durden: No, it is not. How much can you know about yourself, you've never been in a fight? I don't wanna die without any scars. So come on; hit me before I lose my nerve.
Narrator: This is crazy.
Tyler Durden: So go crazy. Let 'er rip.
Narrator: I don't know about this.
Tyler Durden: I don't either. Who gives a shit? No one's watching. What do you care?
Narrator: Whoa, wait, this is crazy. You want me to hit you?
Tyler Durden: That's right.
Narrator: What, like in the face?
Tyler Durden: Surprise me.
Narrator: This is so fucking stupid...
[Narrator swings, connects against Tyler's head]
Tyler Durden: Motherfucker! You hit me in the ear!
Narrator: Well, Jesus, I'm sorry.
Tyler Durden: Ow, Christ... why the ear, man?
Narrator: Guess I fucked it up...
Tyler Durden: No, that was perfect!
Narrator: [to Tyler, while looking at a Calvin Klein-esque ad on the bus] Is that what a real man is supposed to look like?
Narrator: [being embraced by Bob at the group therapy session for Testicular Cancer] Strangers with this kind of honesty make me go a big rubbery one.
Tyler Durden: God Damn! We just had a near-life experience, fellas.
[Tyler and Jack stand in the bathroom doorway, watching Steph finish shaving off all of his hair. Tyler comes to give the top of Steph's head a sharp slap]
Tyler Durden: Like a monkey, ready to be shot into space. Space monkey! Ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good.
Tyler Durden: From now on, all those with shaved heads: "Space Monkeys".
[Tyler and Narrator are discussing ideal opponents]
Tyler Durden: OK: any historic figure.
Narrator: I'd fight Gandhi.
Tyler Durden: Good answer.
Narrator: How about you?
Tyler Durden: Lincoln.
Narrator: Lincoln?
Tyler Durden: Big guy, big reach. Skinny guys fight 'til they're burger.
Narrator: A new car built by my company leaves somewhere traveling at 60 mph. The rear differential locks up. The car crashes and burns with everyone trapped inside. Now, should we initiate a recall? Take the number of vehicles in the field, A, multiply by the probable rate of failure, B, multiply by the average out-of-court settlement, C. A times B times C equals X. If X is less than the cost of a recall, we don't do one.
Business woman on plane: Are there a lot of these kinds of accidents?
Narrator: You wouldn't believe.
Business woman on plane: Which car company do you work for?
Narrator: A major one.
Tyler Durden: Did you know that if you mix equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate you can make napalm?
Narrator: No, I did not know that; is that true?
Tyler Durden: That's right... One could make all kinds of explosives, using simple household items.
Narrator: Really...?
Tyler Durden: If one were so inclined.
Narrator: Tyler, you are by far the most interesting single-serving friend I've ever met... see I have this thing: everything on a plane is single-serving...
Tyler Durden: Oh I get it, it's very clever.
Narrator: Thank you.
Tyler Durden: How's that working out for you?
Narrator: What?
Tyler Durden: Being clever.
Narrator: Great.
Tyler Durden: Keep it up then... Right up.
[Gets up from airplane seat]
Tyler Durden: Now a question of etiquette; as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch...?
Tyler Durden: You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh.
[while burning the Narrator's hand with lye]
Tyler Durden: Shut up! Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God?
Narrator: No, no, I... don't...
Tyler Durden: Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen.
Narrator: It isn't?
First Man at Auto Shop: Here's where the infant's head went through the wind-shield. Three points.
Marla Singer: There are things about you that I like. You're smart, you're funny, you're... spectacular in bed... But you're intolerable! You have very serious emotional problems. Deep seated problems for which you should seek professional help.
Narrator: I know, and I'm sorry...
Marla Singer: Yeah, you're sorry, I'm sorry, everybody's sorry, but... I can't do this anymore. I can't. And I won't. I'm gone.
Tyler Durden: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
Narrator: I am Jack's cold sweat.
[Holding up a wad of cash]
Marla Singer: You're not getting this back. I consider it asshole tax.
Narrator: If I did have a tumor, I'd name it Marla.
[meeting aboard an airliner]
Narrator: What do you do for a living?
Tyler Durden: Why? So you can pretend like you're interested?
Narrator: He was *the* guerilla terrorist in the food service industry.
[the Narrator looks at Tyler, who's urinating in a pot]
Tyler Durden: Do not watch. I cannot go when you watch.
Narrator: Apart from seasoning the lobster bisque, he farted on the meringue, sneezed on braised endive, and as for the cream of mushroom soup, well...
Tyler Durden: [snickers] Go ahead. Tell 'em.
Narrator: ...you get the idea.
Narrator: I am Jack's raging bile duct.
[At a cancer support meeting]
Narrator: Oh, yeah, Chloe... Chloe looked the way Meryl Streep's skeleton would look if you made it smile and walk around the party being extra nice to everybody.
Chloe: 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 nitrate...
[the group leader takes the mic]
Group Leader: Thank you, Chloe... everyone, let's thank Chloe.
Narrator: A guy who came to Fight Club for the first time, his ass was a wad of cookie dough. After a few weeks, he was carved out of wood.
Narrator: I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.
Narrator: After fighting, everything else in your life got the volume turned down.
Narrator: If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
Tyler Durden: Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.
Narrator: And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
Tyler Durden: Do you know what a duvet is?
Narrator: It's a comforter...
Tyler Durden: It's a blanket. Just a blanket.
Narrator: [while brutally beating Angel Face] I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.
Narrator: [reading] I am Jack's colon.
Tyler Durden: I get cancer, I kill Jack.
[after deliberately crashing the car on the side of the road]
Tyler Durden: Goddamn!
[Histerical laughs]
Tyler Durden: You just had a near-life experience!
Narrator: Everywhere I travel, tiny life. Single-serving sugar, single-serving cream, single pat of butter. The microwave Cordon Bleu hobby kit. Shampoo-conditioner combos, sample-packaged mouthwash, tiny bars of soap. The people I meet on each flight? They're single-serving friends.
Narrator: I'll tell you: we'll split up the week, okay? You take lymphoma, and tuberculosis...
Marla Singer: You take tuberculosis. My smoking doesn't go over at all.
Narrator: Okay, good, fine. Testicular cancer should be no contest, I think.
Marla Singer: Well, technically, I have more of a right to be there than you. You still have your balls.
Narrator: You're kidding.
Marla Singer: I don't know... am I?
Narrator: No, no! What do you want?
Marla Singer: I'll take the parasites.
Narrator: You can't have both the parasites, but while you take the blood parasites...
Marla Singer: I want brain parasites.
Narrator: I'll take the blood parasites. But I'm gonna take the organic brain dementia, okay?
Marla Singer: I want that.
Narrator: You can't have the whole brain, that's...
Marla Singer: So far you have four, I only have two!
Narrator: Okay. Take both the parasites. They're yours. Now we both have three...
Narrator: I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.
Tyler Durden: It could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you're sleeping and toss it out the window of a moving car.
Narrator: There's always that.
[the narrator pulls a loose tooth out of his mouth]
Narrator: Fuck.
Tyler Durden: Hey, even the Mona Lisa's falling apart.
[about attending support groups for diseases she doesn't have]
Marla Singer: It's cheaper than a movie, and there's free coffee.
Narrator: Look, nobody takes this more seriously than me. That condo was my life, okay? I loved every stick of furniture in that place. That was not just a bunch of stuff that got destroyed, it was ME!
[voice-over]
Narrator: I'd like to thank the Academy...
Narrator: I am Jack's wasted life.
Narrator: I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.
Tyler Durden: Fuck what you know. You need to forget about what you know, that's your problem. Forget about what you think you know about life, about friendship, and especially about you and me.
Narrator: I am Jack's broken heart.
Narrator: Is Tyler my bad dream? Or am I Tyler's?
[last lines]
Narrator: You met me at a very strange time in my life.
Narrator: Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business trip.
Narrator: Was it ticking?
Airport Security Officer: Actually throwers don't worry about ticking 'cause modern bombs don't tick.
Narrator: Sorry, throwers?
Airport Security Officer: Baggage handlers. But, when a suitcase vibrates, then the throwers gotta call the police.
Narrator: My suitcase was vibrating?
Airport Security Officer: Nine times out of ten it's an electric razor, but every once in a while...
[whispering]
Airport Security Officer: it's a dildo. Of course it's company policy never to, imply ownership in the event of a dildo... always use the indefinite article a dildo, never your dildo.
Narrator: I don't own...
[Officer waves Narrator off]
Narrator: With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.
Narrator: Fight club wasn't about winning or losing. It wasn't about words. The hysterical shouting was in tongues, like at a Pentecostal Church.
Narrator: I got in everyone's hostile little face. Yes, these are bruises from fighting. Yes, I'm comfortable with that. I am enlightened.
Tyler Durden: The salt balance has to be just right, so the best fat for making soap comes from humans.
Narrator: Wait. What is this place?
Tyler Durden: A liposuction clinic.
Narrator: Except for their humping, Tyler and Marla were never in the same room. My parents pulled this exact same act for years.
Marla Singer: A condom is the glass slipper for our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, and then you throw it away. The condom, I mean, not the stranger.
Narrator: What?
Marla Singer: I got this dress at a thrift store for one dollar.
Narrator: It was worth every penny.
Marla Singer: 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.
[Grabs Narrator's crotch]
Marla Singer: Tinsel still clinging to it. Like a sex crime victim. Underwear inside out. Bound with electrical tape.
Narrator: Well, then it suits you.
Marla Singer: You can borrow it sometime.
Tyler Durden: We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra.
Narrator: Martha Stewart.
Tyler Durden: Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all going down, man. So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns.
[Of Marla]
Tyler Durden: She's a predator posing as a house pet.
Narrator: Marla... the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can't.
Narrator: You had to give it to him: he had a plan. And it started to make sense, in a Tyler sort of way. No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.
[Pointing at an emergency instruction manual on a plane]
Tyler Durden: Emergency water landing, 600 miles an hour: blank faces, calm as Hindu cows.
Members of Fight Club: [Chanting] His name is Robert Paulsen.
Tyler Durden: [His face is soaked in blood. He is shaking it over Lou and screaming] You don't know where I've been. You don't know where I've been. Just let us have the basement Lou.
[while the narrator is on the phone with the police]
Tyler Durden: Tell him. Tell him, The liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perceptions.
Narrator: And then, Tyler was gone.
Marla Singer: You're the worst thing that's ever happened to me.
Richard Chesler: [Reading a piece of paper] The first rule of Fight Club is you don't talk about Fight Club?
Narrator: [Voice-over] I'm half asleep again; I must've left the original in the copy machine.
Richard Chesler: The second rule of Fight Club - is this yours?
Narrator: Huh?
Richard Chesler: Pretend you're me, make a managerial decision: you find this, what would you do?
Narrator: [pauses] Well, I gotta tell you: I'd be very, very careful who you talk to about that, because the person who wrote that... is dangerous.
[Gets up from the chair]
Narrator: [Talking slowly] And this button-down, Oxford-cloth psycho might just snap, and then stalk from office to office with an Armalite AR-10 carbine gas-powered semi-automatic weapon, pumping round after round into colleagues and co-workers. This might be someone you've known for years. Someone very, very close to you.
Narrator: [Voice-over] Tyler's words coming out of my mouth.
[Snatches the piece of paper from boss' hands]
Narrator: [Voice-over] And I used to be such a nice guy.
Narrator: Or maybe you shouldn't bring me every little piece of trash you happen to pick up.
[Phone rings]
Narrator: [Into phone] Compliance and Liability...?
Marla Singer: My tit's gonna rot off.
Narrator: [to boss] Would you excuse me? I need to take this.
Tyler Durden: Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction...
Narrator: What are we doing tonight?
Tyler Durden: Tonight? We make soap.
Narrator: Really.
Tyler Durden: To make soap, first we render fat.
Narrator: Hello?
Tyler Durden: [Eating breakfast cereal] Who is this?
Narrator: Tyler?
Tyler Durden: Who is this?
Narrator: Uh... we met... we met on the airplane. We had the same suitcase. Uh... the clever guy?
Tyler Durden: Oh yeah, right.
[Snickers]
Tyler Durden: Ok?
Narrator: I called a second ago, th - there was no answer, I'm at the payphone...
Tyler Durden: - yeah, I *69ed you, I never pick up my phone.
[Crunch, crunch]
Tyler Durden: So what's up, huh?
Narrator: Uh, well... You're not gonna believe this...
Marla Singer: You're Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass!
Narrator: I flipped through catalogs and wondered: What kind of dining set defines me as a person?
Narrator: Marla's philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn't.
Narrator: I can't get married - I'm a thirty-year-old boy.
Marla Singer: [after taking a bottle of sleeping pills] This isn't a real suicide-thing. This is probably one of those cry-for-help things.
Tyler Durden: Hitting bottom isn't a weekend retreat. It's not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying to control everything and just let go! LET GO!
[to the Narrator who has just fired a warning shot into the window of an explosives filled van]
Tyler Durden: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! Ok, you are now firing a gun at your 'imaginary friend' near 400 GALLONS OF NITROGLYCERINE!
Narrator: Deja vu - all over again.
Tyler Durden: I'll bring us through this. As always. I'll carry you - kicking and screaming - and in the end you'll thank me.
Narrator: He was full of pep. Must've had his grande-latte enema.
Narrator: Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected.
Narrator: We have just lost cabin pressure.
[about Tyler splicing frames of pornography into family films]
Narrator: So when the snoody cat, and the courageous dog, with the celebrity voices meet for the first time in reel three, that's when you'll catch a flash of Tyler's contribution to the film.
[the audience is watching the film, the pornography flashes for a split second]
Narrator: Nobody knows that they saw it, but they did...
Tyler Durden: A nice, big, cock...
[several audience members look rattled, a little girl is crying]
Narrator: Even a hummingbird couldn't catch Tyler at work.
Tyler Durden: [to club owner] Ahhh... okay, okay, okay, I got it, I got it, I got it. Shit, I lost it.
[Club owner punches Tyler in the face]
Tyler Durden: [to the police chief] Hi. You're going to call off your rigorous investigation. You're going to publicly state that there is no underground group. Or... these guys are going to take your balls. They're going to send one to the New York Times, one to the LA Times press-release style. Look, the people you are after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Do not... fuck with us.
Narrator: You're insane.
Tyler Durden: No, you're insane.
Narrator: Bob loved me because he thought my testicles were removed too. Being there, pressed against his tits, ready to cry. This was my vacation... and she ruined *everything*.
Marla Singer: This is cancer right?
Narrator: This chick Marla singer did not have testicular cancer. She was a liar. She had no diseases at all. I had seen her at Free and Clear my blood parasite group Thursdays. Then at Hope, my bi-monthly sickle cell circle. And again at Seize the Day, my tuberculous Friday night. Marla... the big tourist. Her lie reflected my lie. Suddenly I felt nothing. I couldn't cry, so once again I couldn't sleep.
Narrator: Bob had bitch tits.
Narrator: Tyler was a night person. While the rest of us were sleeping, he worked. He had one part time job as a projectionist. See, a movie doesn't come all on one big real. It comes on a few. So someone has to be there to switch the projectors at the exact moment that one reel ends and the next one begins. If you look for it, you can see these little dots come into the upper right-hand corner of the screen.
Tyler Durden: In the industry, we call them "cigarette burns."
Narrator: That's the cue for a changeover. He flips the projectors, the movie keeps right on going, and nobody in the audience has any idea.
Tyler Durden: Why would anyone want this shit job?
Narrator: Because it affords him other interesting opportunities.
Tyler Durden: Like splicing single frames of pornography into family films.
[while narrator is on the phone]
Tyler Durden: Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of materiel possessions.
Lou: I'm fucking Lou. Who the fuck are you?
Tyler Durden: You're too old, fat man. Your tits are too big.
[Tyler walks away, throwing his cigarette]
Tyler Durden: Get the fuck off my porch.
Narrator: We have front row seats for this theatre of mass destruction. The demolitions committee of Project Mayhem wrapped the foundation columns of a dozen buildings with blasting gelatin. In two minutes primary charges will blow base charges and a few square blocks will be reduced to smoldering rubble. I know this, because Tyler knows this.
Narrator: Tyler, I'm grateful to you; for everything that you've done for me. But this is too much. I don't want this.
Tyler Durden: What do you want? Wanna go back to the shit job, fuckin' condo world, watching sitcoms? Fuck you, I won't do it.
[the Narrator's apartment has just been blown to pieces]
Narrator: 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.
Tyler Durden: Shit man, now it's all gone.
Narrator: Clean food, please.
Waiter: In that case, sir, may I advise against the lady eating clam chowder?
Narrator: No clam chowder, thank you.
Marla Singer: Listen. I tried Tyler. I really tried. There are things about you that I like, you're smart, you're funny, you're spectacular in bed. But you are intolerable. You have serious emotional problems, deep seated problems for which you should seek professional help.
Narrator: By the end of the first month, I didn't miss TV.
Tyler Durden: Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion?
Narrator: [with Tyler's gun in his mouth] mm mm mm mm mm mmmmmm.
[Tyler removes the gun]
Narrator: I still can't think of anything.
Tyler Durden: Ah. Flashback humor.
Narrator: [on phone with Marla] Marla, did we ever have sex?
Marla Singer: What? Do you mean did I think we were just having sex or making love?
Narrator: Marla just answer the question. Did we ever have sex.
Marla Singer: Ok.You fuck me, then snub me. You love me, you hate me. You show me a sensitive side, then you turn into a total asshole. Is this a pretty accurate description of our relationship, Tyler?
Narrator: Wait. What did you just call me?
Marla Singer: Tyler. Tyler Durden. Tyler Durden!
Narrator: If I didn't say anything, people always assumed the worst.
Narrator: I wasn't really dying. I wasn't host to cancer or parasites. I was the warm little center that the life of this world crowded around.
Narrator: Most of the week we were Ozzie and Harriet, but every Saturday night we were finding something out: we were finding out more and more that we were not alone. It used to be that when I came home angry and depressed I'd just clean my condo, polish my Scandinavian furniture. I should have been looking for a new condo. I should have been haggling with my insurance company. I should have been upset about my nice, neat, flaming little shit. But I wasn't.
[after beating an 'applicant' with a broom]
Narrator: I'm gonna go inside and I'm gonna get a shovel.
Tyler Durden: Just tell him you fuckin' did it. Tell him you blew it all up. That's what he wants to hear.
Marla Singer: I've been going to Debtor's Anonymous. You want to see some really fucked-up people...
Narrator: You're making a big mistake, fellas!
Police Officer: You said you would say that.
Narrator: I'm not Tyler Durden!
Police Officer: You told us you'd say that, too.
Narrator: All right then, I'm Tyler Durden. Listen to me, I'm giving you a direct order. We're aborting this mission right now.
Police Officer: You said you would definitely say that.
Police Officer: You said that if anyone ever interferes with Project Mayhem, even you, we gotta get his balls.
Narrator: Tyler was now involved in a class action lawsuit against the Pressman Hotel over the urine content of their soup.
Tyler Durden: We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need.
Narrator: Home was a condo on the fifteenth floor of a filing cabinet for widows and young professionals. The walls were solid concrete. A foot of concrete is important when your next-door neighbor lets their hearing aid go and have to watch game-shows at full volume. Or when a volcanic blast of debris that used to be your furniture and personal effects blows out of your floor-to-ceiling windows and sails flaming into the night. I suppose these things happen.
Narrator: You can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick.
Richard Chesler: Get the fuck out of here, you're fired!
Narrator: I have a better solution. You keep me on the payroll as an outside consultant and in exchange for my salary, my job will be never to tell people these things that I know. I don't even have to come into the office, I can do this job from home.
Narrator: It's just, when you buy furniture, you tell yourself, that's it. That's the last sofa I'm gonna need. Whatever else happens, I've got that sofa problem handled.
[after giving Marla a breast exam]
Marla Singer: I wish I could return the favor.
Narrator: There's not a lot of breast cancer in the men in my family.
Marla Singer: I could check your prostate.
Narrator: When deep space exploration ramps up, it'll be the corporations that name everything, the IBM Stellar Sphere, the Microsoft Galaxy, Planet Starbucks.
Tyler Durden: Well you did lose a lot of versatile solutions for modern living
Narrator: Bob is dead, they shot him in the head!
Tyler Durden: You wanna make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs.
Narrator: It's called a changeover. The movie goes on, and nobody in the audience has any idea.
Tyler Durden: Now why would you want to put a gun to your head?
Narrator: Not my head, Tyler. Our head.
Tyler Durden: [the Narrator places the gun under his chin and cocks back the hammer] Now why would you want to go and blow your head off?
Narrator: Not my head, Tyler, *our* head.
Tyler Durden: [the Narrator is trying to disarm a car bomb of nitroglycerin] You don't know which wire to pull.
Narrator: I know everything you do, so if you know I know.
Tyler Durden: Or maybe, since I knew you'd know I spent all days thinking about the wrong wires.
[Narrator pauses]
Narrator: I want you to listen to me very carefully, Tyler.
Tyler Durden: Okay...
Narrator: My eyes are open.
[the Narrator puts the gun into his mouth and pulls trigger]
Doctor: You wanna see pain? Swing by First Methodist Tuesday nights. See the guys with testicular cancer. That's pain.
Tyler Durden: We are all part of the same compost heap.
Tyler Durden: Now, ancient people found their clothes got cleaner if they washed them at a certain spot in the river. You know why?
Narrator: No.
Tyler Durden: Human sacrifices were once made on the hills above this river. Bodies burnt, water speeded through the wood ashes to create lye.
[holds up a bottle]
Tyler Durden: This is lye - the crucial ingredient. The lye combined with the melted fat of the bodies, till a thick white soapy discharge crept into the river. May I see your hand, please?
[Tyler licks his lips until they're gleaming wet - he takes the Narrator's hand and kisses the back of it]
Narrator: What is this?
Tyler Durden: This...
[pours the lye on the Narrator's hand]
Tyler Durden: ... is chemical burn.
Ricky: [to Bob, while interviewing for applicants] You're too old fat man.
[to Angel Face]
Ricky: And you, you are too fucking... *blonde*!
Narrator: Tyler's not here. Tyler went away. Tyler's gone.
Narrator: Fuck you! Fuck Fight Club! Fuck Marla! I am sick of all your shit!
Narrator: You're fucking Marla, Tyler.
Tyler Durden: Uh, technically, you're fucking Marla, but it's all the same to her.
Tyler Durden: Something on your mind, Dear?
Angel Face: Bury him in the garden. Come on people, let's go!
Narrator: Get away from him! Get the fuck away!
Angel Face: He was killed serving Project Mayhem, sir.
Narrator: This is Bob. He was a decent man and we're not gonna bury him in the fucking garden!
Narrator: A house full of condiments and no food...
Ricky: I can't believe he's still standing.
Thomas: One tough motherfucker.
Tyler Durden: This is a chemical burn. It will hurt more than you've ever been burned before. You will have a scar.
Narrator: I had it all. Even the glass dishes with tiny bubbles and imperfections, proof they were crafted by the honest, simple, hard-working indigenous peoples of... wherever.
Tyler Durden: If you could fight anyone, who would you fight?
Narrator: I'd fight my boss, prob'ly.
Tyler Durden: Really.
Narrator: Yeah, why, who would you fight?
Tyler Durden: I'd fight my dad.
Narrator: I don't know my dad. I mean, I know him, but... he left when I was like six years old. Married this other woman, had some other kids. He like did this every six years, he goes to a new city and starts a new family.
Tyler Durden: Fucker's setting up franchises.
Angel Face: [the Narrator is about to look at some files but Angel Face stops him] Don't worry. It's all taken care of, sir.
[first lines]
Tyler Durden: 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 everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to 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
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----------------- Bulletin Message -----------------
From: kirk tv - Sean Dirk
Date: Jul 16, 2007 10:01 PM
kirk tv seanson three show 39
july 16 07
monday night ch 57 11-30pm
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show opens....
LET US PRAY --
WE ARE GATHERED HERE IN A FELLOW SHIP OF LIGHT AND THE SPIRIT OF GOOD - AND GODDESS -- OF PURPOSE AND SANITY AND PEACE...
WE CLEAR OUT MINDS AND HEARTS OF ALL NEGATIVE INFLUENCES AND WE SEND THEM UP TO THE UNIVERSE AND LIFE FORCE TO BE HEALED - IN PEACE AND SAFETY....
WE RESTORE THE PERFECT CIRCULATION TO OUR CHI---
WE KNOW -- THAT POVERTY - PAIN AND FEAR DOESN NOT BELONG TO US....
WE REPLACE NEGATVIE VOICES IN OUR MINDS WITH HEALTHY ONES...
WE REPLACE TOXIC THINKING WITH CLEAR IDEAS....
WE UNDERSTAND OUR PURPOSE - TO CREATE - ENJOY AND COMMUNE -
WE IMAGINE A SPACE OF NON JUDGEMENTAL LOVE - OF DIVINE LIGHT AND BLISS - OUR BODIES ARE RESTORED - AND REPLENISHED - WE ARE PERFECT AND WHOLE AND COMPLETE - CENTRED AND FILLED WITH LIFE AND HEALTH AND VITALITY -- WE CREATE OUR LIVES -- TOGETHER HERE -- OFFERING SUPPORT AND RECIEVING IT AS WELL...
WE LIVE IN A REALTIY WHERE TRUTH AND LIGHT AND LOVE AND BEAUTY THRIVES....
YOU HAVE POWER - YOU ARE LOVED -- YOU KNOW WHAT YOU WANT - AND WHY YOUR ARE HERE - FOREVER
FOREVER - AND EVER AMEN - OMMMM NAMASTE - SHAKTI --
SHAKTI....HARMONY -- AND POWER RESTORED -- NOW - IN PEACE -
HEY KIRK TV HERE AND IF YOU JUST JOINED US - WERE HERE EVERY MONDAY NIGHT - CH 57 11-30PM GET A PEN AND WRITE IT DOWN - REALLY STONED OR COMPLETELY SOBER - IAM INVITING YOU TO BE -- HERE EVERY MONDAY NIGHT -- FOR LOVE LIGHT AND PEACE - IN THE TEMPLE OF LOVE -- HIT ME UP - BE YOUR OWN GURU - AND CALL FORTHE THE DIVINE IDEAL-- IN EVERY AREA OF YOUR LIFE....
OPEN YOUR HEART CHAKRA-- YOUR MIND -- LET THE LOVE OUT - LET THE GOOD OUT - LET THE PAIN OUT -
LET THE FEAR GO....
HEY YOU DONT HAVE TO SUPPRESS YOUR POWER EVER AGAIN -- NO-- YOU NEVER HAVE TO FEEL LIKE THAT -- AGAIN - the passed is over!!!
from the this day forward walk in a newer light - inner alignement -
clean on the inside and clean on the outside....clear and clean -
clear thinking
clean ideas....
the world tries to tell you theres not enough of this and theres not enough of that - ok man - f**k that -
get rid of the god that wants you to live in pain - and get punished for everything - that is not the reality iam proposing to you here tonight - no way - no how - no f--king way - sorry - to the haters - and abusers - and liars....there is another way - live in the solution -
and the creativity - forget the toxic ideas the world wants to feed you - toxic ideas and toxic food - and toxic thinking --
ITS OUTTA HERE.....!!!!!!
you dont want it
i dont want it - like i said - there is another way - ask ur question - tell ur higher self - ask the universe - and then open ur arms - and let the dream unfold....make ur life an awesome dream....not a nightmare of pain and scarcity --
hit me up -- i ll provide -- prescribe some psychic medicine for you --
e me -- @@@@ kirktv @ gmail.com
myspace/seanbateman9
google kirk tv -
youtube--kirktv22
or yahoogroups -- kirk tv links
hey did anyone hear the late breaking news story about hater - liar - prostitute soliciter - republican senator david vitter from LA --
allegedgly -- supposedly larry flynt was gonna out this bro -
after his ""sanctity of marriage"" speech where he said that no one should have sex unless there married....pause.....
>>>>>>>>>>>google -- David vitter and read the rest --
BANISH THE PEOPLE THAT DO NOT SUPPORT YOUR VISION...
GET A VISION AND THEN CREATE TOWARDS IT EVERYDAY....
at kirk tv -- we talk about mystical ideas
manifesting and being creators of our own realties -
alternative realties - new thinking -
inspirations and divine ideals - getting a plan-- imagining and making a vision for a life that you totally love to look at and live -- right ???
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first of all - people say they want the answer but really they dont
they like the problem and dont really want the solution - if your ready to live in the solution - then keep watching...
maybe pain is beautiful - a beautiful pain...
i think iam channeling tonight...
pain mangement....
it comes to me -- its a beautiful pain -- dont - try not judge -- the pain...
just experience it - try to go with it -- so i was like its a beautiful pain - i got a mantra...for the whole mess....
>>> ever since i remember - the reality here - was like -- theres not enough of this --
theres not enough of that --
some people will get their dream - but you probably wont --
then you turn on the tv and theres war --
then theres a tv commercial - showing the good life -
then theres a national geoprahic special on tv showing these children who have no food -
then theres this tv commercial for a watch that costs - 40.000$$$ dollars...
or a car that costs -- 100,000$
then theres a tv Tv commercial - are you in debt???
whats the point ?? kirk tv -
the point is to create a life that you can live in
instead of having a life you want to get away from ??
so you have to ask - just for me -- your making the rules here -- what kind of life can i create - toward - that I'll want to live -- ???
ok thats the assignment -- create a life you like --
its not about what you do - its about how u feel about what you do....
prayers are you communicating with the higher power goddess - god force
and meditation and contemplation is the listening....
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pr 17, 2007 12:47 AM
Subject kirk Tv - recap of tonights show...
Body: this is kirk tv reminding you : to ---
be your own church --
mantra for the week
Iam safe and comfortable...
no more gurus???
god -- goddess will manifest itself-- differently in every person --
so how many defintions of god are there?
as many as there of you out there....
the best a so called guru can do is: frame your thinking or direct you to ask the right question...
heres a few places to start...
oh yes - a good place to find some cyber angels-- first --
www.northstargallery.com
ok spiritual literature.....
you may like -- or want to investigate...
albert camus -- the plague-
jack kerouac - the dharma bums...
viktor frankel - man's search for meaning...
herman hesse --sidhartha
carlos castaneda - the art of dreaming...
In Search of the Miraculous...PD Ouspensky...
anne rice -- noted vapirologist? i just made up that word -- turns to jesus -- and writes:
Christ the Lord -- out of Egypt...
jesus when he was a boy coming into his powers...
and
past life regressionist:
Brian L wiess -- wrote: Many lives--many masters..
and--- Same soul - Many bodies...
the collected works by Alice Bailey??
Conversations with god?
A Course in miracles?
louise hay --Heal your Body
Mutant messages from down under...
paul cohelo---the alchemist
richard bach - illusions
shirley mcclaine
the secret?
mysticism and spirituality vrs religion-- goes all the way back to the beggining...
whats the answer kirk tv??
The answer to life ??
to the universe ??
to -- why we are here ??
there is no answer!!!
so then ---
whats the question??
the search for immortality....
taoist immortals...?
do u really want to live forever...???
get a pen and paper -- cuz tonight iam going to give you some kirk tv -- google searches and cool links --
special only --
here tonight for kirk tv viewers...
cyrstalinks...
google -- search -- (( the observer and quantum mechanics...)
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ok heres one thing ive noticed-- religion promises to take away your pain and misery -- but if you think about it for two seconds you realize that the source of most of your pain and misery actually is religion...
until next week - my prayers for love and healing of the pain ofr all those affected by today's tragedy....@ Virginia Tech --
peace
k
much love
Sean
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