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The Narrator

We have just lost cabin pressure.

About Me


You are not your Myspace account. You are not your blog. You are not your comments.
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"A new car built by my company leave somewhere traveling at 60 miles per hour. The rear differential locks up. The car crashes and burns with everyone trapped inside. Now, should we initiate a recall? Take the number of vehicles in the field (A) multiply it by the probable rate of failure (B) then multiply the result by the average out of court settlement (C). A times B times C equals X. If X is less than the cost of the recall, we don't do one."
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"When a man is hit by lightning," Tyler says, "his head burns down to a
smoldering baseball and his zipper welds itself shut." Tyler lies back and asks, "If Marilyn Monroe were alive right now, what would she be doing?" I say, goodnight.
The headliner hangs down in shreds from the ceiling and Tyler says,
"Clawing at the lid of her coffin."
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"For thousands of years, human beings had screwed up and trashed and crapped on this planet, and now history expected me to clean up after everyone. I have to wash out and flatten my soup cans. And account for every drop of used motor oil. And I have to foot the bill for nuclear waste and buried gasoline tanks and landfilled toxic sludge dumped a generation before I was born."
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"One minute was enough, Tyler said, a person had to work hard for it, but a minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection. "
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"Worker bees can leave.
Even drones can fly away.
The Queen is their slave."
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"In Tyler we trusted."

My Interests

Bob. Bob had bitch-tits.

I'd like to meet:



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No fear.
No distractions.
The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.

Music:

Dust Brothers

Movies:

Fight Club

Television:

This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.

Books:

What's your favorite Chuck Palahniuk Novel?

My Blog

What's Your Favorite Chuck Palahniuk Novel.

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Posted by The Narrator on Sat, 26 Nov 2005 01:41:00 PST

Chapter Four

THE SECURITY TASK force guy explained everything to me. Baggage handlers can ignore a ticking suitcase. The security task force guy, he called baggage handlers Throwers. Modern bombs don't tick. But ...
Posted by The Narrator on Fri, 25 Nov 2005 07:19:00 PST

Chapter Seven

TYLER'S SALIVA DID two jobs. The wet kiss on the back of my hand held the flakes of lye while they burned. That was the first job. The second was lye only burns when you combine it with water. Or sal...
Posted by The Narrator on Fri, 25 Nov 2005 07:23:00 PST

Chapter Eight

IN SOUTH AMERICA, Land of Enchantment, we could be wading in a river where tiny fish will swim up Tyler's urethra. The fish have barbed spines that flare out and back so once they're up Tyler, the fis...
Posted by The Narrator on Fri, 25 Nov 2005 07:24:00 PST

Chapter Nine

MY BOSS STANDS too close to my desk with his little smile, his lips together and stretched thin, his crotch at my elbow. I look up from writing the cover letter for a recall campaign. These letters al...
Posted by The Narrator on Fri, 25 Nov 2005 08:09:00 PST

Chapter Ten

WHEN I GET to the Regent Hotel, Marla's in the lobby wearing a bathrobe. Marla called me at work and asked, would I skip the gym and the library or the laundry or whatever I had planned after work and...
Posted by The Narrator on Fri, 25 Nov 2005 07:26:00 PST

Chapter Eleven

THIS IS WHY I loved the support groups so much, if people thought you were dying, they gave you their full attention. If this might be the last time they saw you, they really saw you. Everything else ...
Posted by The Narrator on Fri, 25 Nov 2005 07:27:00 PST

Chapter Twelve

MISTER HIS HONOR, mister chapter president of the local chapter of the national united projectionist and independent theater operators union just sat. Under and behind and inside everything the man to...
Posted by The Narrator on Fri, 25 Nov 2005 07:28:00 PST

Chapter Thirteen

IT'S IN THE newspaper today how somebody broke into offices between the tenth and fifteenth floors of the Hein Tower, and climbed out the office windows, and painted the south side of the building wit...
Posted by The Narrator on Fri, 25 Nov 2005 07:29:00 PST

Chapter Fourteen

MY BOSS BRINGS another sheet of paper to my desk and sets it at my elbow. I don't even wear a tie anymore. My boss is wearing his blue tie, so it must be a Thursday. The door to my boss's office is al...
Posted by The Narrator on Fri, 25 Nov 2005 07:30:00 PST