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The following is a conversation I had with Tyler Durden from Fight Club.
Tyler: Whoa! Whoa!
Me: What? I’m just putting in some eggs.
Tyler: You wanna make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs.
Me: Well, yeah, but you have to break some eggs to make a cake too, douche. Let’s see what else is next.
Tyler: Did you know that if you mix equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate you can make napalm?… Continue reading…
The following is a 3rd chapter (and final preview) for my next book, tentatively titled, “Asshole Tax.” Your comments are very welcome. Please read the second in the series.
The Narrator, according to Marla Singer, is “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass.” The Narrator starts off in the movie as a hostage, which we later find out, isn’t to be. The Narrator is a hostage to himself, being held captive by Tyler Durden…. Continue reading…
The following is a 2nd chapter for my next book, tentatively titled, “Asshole Tax.” Your comments are very welcome. Please read the first in the series.
Tyler. Where to even begin with that guy?
He’s a metaphorical twist of douchebaggery; he’s an antagonist and protagonist at the same time.
He’s the one that lures the Narrator into his firm and twisted grasp…. Continue reading…
The following is a trial-by-fire by myself. I’m thinking of writing a non-fiction book regarding Fight Club and spreading my insights throughout. If you like, hate, or have any feedback on the material, please weigh in via the comment section. Cheers.
“I haven’t been fucked like that since grade school.”
Those words, coming out of a freak-shell of a woman, Marla Singer, would resonate through the entire movie as the Narrator slowly realizes he is, in fact, Tyler Durden…. Continue reading…
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