How much do you know…….
«How much do you know about yourself if you never been in a fight?»
A fight.
What comes to your mind when I say fight?
Pain. Hurt. Broken bone. Blood. Late nights in the local pub….
Gives dread away.
Open your mind to it.
Bone cracking, eye raking, fierce shaping.
I can taste the blood on my lips.
I taste living life, and it s coming out of me.
Nobody can stop me.
They can fuck me straight in the ass.
They can t do a thing.
I m just too much of a man for them.
Brake me. Hit me. Make me spit my teeth out. In a bloody soup along with my liver out. Cut my dick off. Slit my wrists. Brake my fists. Make me king.
Come on….try it.
They can fuck me straight in the ass.
«How much do you know about yourself if you never been in a fight?»
How do you know…..
Take a good look at me now.
Are you afraid? Cope with it. Swallow it in, swallow it deep. Don t let it out. Don t talk about it.
First fucking rule man!
«You do not talk about Fight Club.»
It so clear now.
What if I would brake your teeth out?
Cut you in half. What if I get a little violent. To find out what are we made of. No, this is not one of my freaky delusions. This is real.
The fight is real, can t you smell it.
The stench of death.
When your pride dies, when you know you re not the best, there s always someone else.
What are you gonna do? You re gonna be a great big pussy? Ha?
Are you a great big pussy??!???!!!???!?
No.
There s no place for ignorant pussies in the Fight Club.
We eat their flesh alive.