Who wants to fight

CandiCame

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Comeon- I wanna see blood. Bad day. Lets make a Literotica Fight Club.
 
My imaginary friend is so much nicer then the one from Fight Club...

I broke up with my boyfriend today and got myself so homeless that I had to move back in with my grandparents- who raised me, so they're essentially my parents, and now I feel like a failure, whatwith all the failing at life and whatnot. I'd really like for someone to beat the living shit out of me right now- but I have no one that I can love/trust enough to do that. :(
 
My imaginary friend is so much nicer then the one from Fight Club...

I broke up with my boyfriend today and got myself so homeless that I had to move back in with my grandparents- who raised me, so they're essentially my parents, and now I feel like a failure, whatwith all the failing at life and whatnot. I'd really like for someone to beat the living shit out of me right now- but I have no one that I can love/trust enough to do that. :(

well, if that's what you want. come here. *puts fists up*
 
cool.............

you are not your job, you are not your house, you are not the contents of your wallet. you are not your fucking khakis.
 
cool.............

you are not your job, you are not your house, you are not the contents of your wallet. you are not your fucking khakis.

Fuck off with your sofa units and lime green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let's...let's evolve, let the chips fall where they may.
 
Fuck off with your sofa units and lime green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let's...let's evolve, let the chips fall where they may.

martha stewarts polishing the brass as the ship is going down. economic equilibrium.

one of my all time favorite movies and book. the book ends different.
 
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.
 
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.

I'm aroused.
 
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.

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.
 
My imaginary friend is so much nicer then the one from Fight Club...

I broke up with my boyfriend today and got myself so homeless that I had to move back in with my grandparents- who raised me, so they're essentially my parents, and now I feel like a failure, whatwith all the failing at life and whatnot. I'd really like for someone to beat the living shit out of me right now- but I have no one that I can love/trust enough to do that. :(

You don't need a beating, you need a fucking. The kind where love and trust would just get in the way.
 
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.



You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.
 
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.

You needed to ad the pic for quote.

http://www.irishtimes.com/blogs/screenwriter/files/2011/04/fight_club_brad_pitt_2.jpg
 
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.

So? As opposed to what? What could they be doing that would be any more meaningful?
 
You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.

*lick*

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.
 
*lick*

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.


May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect. Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete.
 
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