
Dylan says that everyone can recite at least 10 lines of Fight Club.
(When you burn dog hair, it smells different than human.)
"What qualifies as a line? Is that one character's dialog until he speaks to another character? Is that a sentence? What about monologues?
(I want to know what you're thinking.)
He says that if their life depended on it, they could recite 10 lines from Fight Club.
(What he's really saying is that I'm not special, I'm not a beautiful and unique snow flake. That I am made of the same decomposing, decaying matter, that composes all human life.)
He says that the abstract thoughts I have aren't making any sense. That there's no connection between the two abstract concepts according to him, sir.
(Fruit bat isn't here, Fruit Bat went away, Fruit Bat GONE)
However I just woke up. I was in a coma for almost 4 years, a selfish creature that fed off of a past life form of myself. I feel like I just woke up, it felt like I just lost cabin pressure.
I feel like I forgot what made, moulded, and created the little space monkey that I am.
(This is beginning to sound quite familiar. Someone should interject here...please.)
I was a stranger in my own body, but now, I know where I am. I had those thoughts that people of a certain age have, a very strange time in my life.
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