When you pray, you are not to be like the hypocrites; for they love to stand and pray in the synagogues and on the street corners so that they may be seen by men. Truly I say to you, they have their reward in full.
I Am Jack’s Raging Bile Duct
I Am Jack’s Cold Sweat
I Am Jack’s Complete Lack of Surprise
I Am Jack’s Inflamed Sense of Rejection
I Am Jack’s Smirking Revenge
I Am Jack’s Broken Heart
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.” —Tyler Durden, Fight Club (via crowdown)
For a minute there, I
Steve Nash or Rorschach from Watchmen?
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Fuck you whore.
So I suppose it gets to a point where feelings gotta get hurt. And get dirty with the people spreading the dirt.