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Fight Club and the Duality of Dis...
Chuck Palahniuk’s novel, Fight Club, depicts an unnamed, disconcerted, and marginalized anti-hero and his violent, pathological struggles with Dissociative Identity Disorder. Formerly referred to as multiple personality disorder, DID is, in the...
naked by (permutation of the lett...
You know that time that You knew it happened But the look on everyone's face said no it didn't They didn't know You didn't lead They're insane You're still here They hated Winifred to state the p...
the deceit, the fraud, and the na...
the rounding of the curve the angle of the cornering there was an imperfection in your stride, a certain swerve not the ambling of relaxed inhibition, but an intentional resetting of your course the belie-ing of the origin&n...
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how was your dayby Kit Muldoon & Edward Wells II"It was just another day." Norman drolled to his Mother."But I'm trying to tell you about my day.", she responded and quickly continued, "The bus was right was right on time. I can't believe that th...
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This piece is an erosion of an article in the The Onion (Denver Colorado edition) March 5, 2009 Vol. 45 Issue 10 Husband, Wife Unaware They Are A Comedy Teamonline link: http://www.theonion.com/content/news/husband_wife_unaware_they_are_a ...
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A letter arrived todaywith return to sender scribbled in an unfamiliar scriptbelow the stamp.It doesn’t smell of the tobacco smokethat lingers in your beardor the soft breath of peppermint schnapps;instead, it’s yellowed by hours spentben...
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One chick was bouncing around on a sticky coffee table to the fourth replay of Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’.” From the couch below, a group of guys watched her shake her ass and whispered to one another about the way ...
Orwellianism enacted with articul...
Do you hear that? Among the melody of war drums and the sleepy sigh of a recessed economy, the fatherly hum of Orwellianism wafts on the morning breeze. Hauling the laughter of doublespeak on its wings, it labors to lull the cacophony of a chaotic wo...
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Jelly Roll Morton was who I liked to wake up to the most. It meant that grandpa was at our house and when he came over it meant there were donuts. We loved donuts. My brothers, dad, grandpa and I would sit around the dining table, a nice table, surro...
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In his novel Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk’s portrayal of the American Dream reverses common perspectives normally associated with the promise of opportunity and liberty in America. What is conventionally considered the ideal lifestyle ...
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Hitting Kohls Trent spent eight years in community college. His parents told him he needed to get into a university and move on to better things instead of working at McDonalds, getting into trouble, and going in and out of the psychiatric...
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for thisyou must take care of and protect good thingsyou cannot hold things that you love at arms lengthfor once you realize this is what you are doingthey will be goneyou can say the angry words that need outyou cannot say them again and againyou ca...
On the aspirations of a well-trai...
What if I could transcend the boundaries of normalcy and boredom in sex? What if there was no such thing as real sex? It would be live sex, of course. But harmless in the act and unreal in it's returns. He calls it harmless. I tell him harmlessness i...
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swinging on swing sets under starry skiesthe liberation of the dissolution of the time trapcould you hear my Ketamine callings?my only true lament laid away, laid to restfree from the emotional vampirism of servitudescut from the cord holding you in ...
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