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bet you had this picture as a poster on your bedroom wall when you were a nipper didnt you,and pics of knomes with there ass out,is there something you want to get of your chest,come on dont be shy

Your talking about Sue
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Man, I see in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see it squandered. 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 **** 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 is 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. We're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very ****ed off.
 
In the world I see – you're 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.

It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.

You are 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 ****ing khakis.

You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

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.

You do not **** with us.

The things you own end up owning you.

You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you, he probably doesn't, in all likelyhood he hates you, but we don't need him.
 
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.
 
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 those French beaches I'd never see.
I wanted to breathe smoke.

Where'd you go, psycho boy?
I felt like destroying something beautiful.
 
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