not love as in caring by frooit
fight club, narrator/tyler
originally posted 6/12/05
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The craziness of the world can be summed up in Tyler. That's what you're thinking. Yeah, you, the person with the perfect split mouth, the scars, the names, the thousand to one hope of hitting bottom and maybe getting some friction along the way, smack. Friction, two hits and a slide, every bone clicking and sticking. Tyler hits like a jackhammer, grins like the jack rabbit to his fairy tales. He's luring me to some great end, you're thinking again. And it's not entirely that you're powerless to stop it at first, it's that you want it to happen. You just plain want Tyler.
He's been fucking your brain from day one.
All the hero talk.
All the good advice.
Listen.
I want you (shh, you're kidding yourself, it doesn't stop there) to let go.
Oh.
All the obsessions, the possessions, it really doesn't fly.
And so, like all good little boys, you give in.
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