if this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.
And you open the door and you step inside, we're inside our hearts...
Now imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light.
That's right. Your pain, the pain itself is a white ball of healing light.
I don't think so.
This is your life, good to the last drop, doesn't get any better than this.
This is your life, and its ending. One minute at a time.
This isn't a seminar and this isn't a weekend retreat.
Where you are now you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like.
Only after disaster can we be resurected.
It's only after you've lost everything that your free to do anything.
Nothing is static, everything is appalling everything is falling apart.
This is your life, doesn't get any better than this.
This is your life and its ending, one minute at a time.
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.
You are the same decaying organic material as everything else.
We are all part of the same compost heap.
We are all the singing all dancing crap of the world.
You are not your bank account.
You are not the clothes you wear.
You are not the contents of your wallet.
You are not your bowl cancer.
You are not your Grande Latte.
You are not Tequoia Drive
You are not your fucking khakis!
You have to give up.
You have to realize that someday, you will die. Until you know that, you are useless.
I say let me never be complete.
I say may I never be content.
I say deliever me from Swedish Furniture.
I say deliever me from "clever art" teeth.
I say deliever me from clear skin and perfection.
I say you have to give up.
I say evolve and let the chips fall where they may.
This is your life. It doesn't get any better than this.
This is your life.
And its ending.
One minute, at a time.
You have to give up.
I want you to hit me as hard as you can.