So I ended up watching fight club with my roomies, it's a great movie, but unlike many movies and truly great things it's lost on people. Of course parts of it are lost on me to, just like parts are lost on them. My own pathetic cognitive reasoning attempts to tell me the parts I noted and understood were more important than those my roommates
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Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor,
Now-now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows:
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-
Of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!
-Edgar Allen Poe
Sanity is a lie
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Next time, try watching Fight Club while not on weed.
But you're right...and completely wrong, of course. But all of that is old news.
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