Sunday, October 2. 2005
if things were perfect
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This is just the begining . . .
Where you are now, you can't imagine what the bottom will be like.
Tyler's words coming out of my mouth . . .
And you open the door and you step inside, we're inside our hearts. Now imagine your pain is a white ball of healing light. Thats 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. This isn't a weekend retreat. Where you are now, you can't imagine what the bottom will be like. Only after disaster can you be resurrected. Its only after you're lost everything that you're free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, 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 matter as everything else. We are all part of the same compost heap. We are the all 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 wallets. You are not your bowel cancer. You are not your grande latte. You are not the car you drive. You are NOT YOUR FUCKING KHAKIS.
You have to give up. You have to realize that someday you will die and until you know that, you are useless.
I say, may I never be complete. I say may I never be content. I say, deliver me from swedish furniture. I saw deliver me from clever art. I say, deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth. I say, you have to give up. I say, evolve, and let the chips fall where they may.
This is your life. 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.
Welcome to Fight Club. If this is your first night, you have to fight.
[http://jim.geovedi.com/Main/HomePage]
Where you are now, you can't imagine what the bottom will be like.
Tyler's words coming out of my mouth . . .
And you open the door and you step inside, we're inside our hearts. Now imagine your pain is a white ball of healing light. Thats 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. This isn't a weekend retreat. Where you are now, you can't imagine what the bottom will be like. Only after disaster can you be resurrected. Its only after you're lost everything that you're free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, 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 matter as everything else. We are all part of the same compost heap. We are the all 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 wallets. You are not your bowel cancer. You are not your grande latte. You are not the car you drive. You are NOT YOUR FUCKING KHAKIS.
You have to give up. You have to realize that someday you will die and until you know that, you are useless.
I say, may I never be complete. I say may I never be content. I say, deliver me from swedish furniture. I saw deliver me from clever art. I say, deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth. I say, you have to give up. I say, evolve, and let the chips fall where they may.
This is your life. 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.
Welcome to Fight Club. If this is your first night, you have to fight.
[http://jim.geovedi.com/Main/HomePage]
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