Below are the 2 most recent journal entries recorded in Tyler Durden's LiveJournal:

Monday, April 9th, 2001
5:04 pm	This Life. . . I hate this job. I hate these people. I hate this life. But, whether I like it or not, and no matter what I plan on doing about it, it's what I have to live up to appreciating. Either that, or I can go ahead and pull the trigger. Any man can tell you that life has its ups and downs, but with my life, I am strictly down. But don't get me wrong -- of course I have a choice as to whether or not I should stand up to the bullies of my unpredictable existence, and counterfeit the fraud that haunts every inch of my spiritual health. What really gets to me is the fact that everyone and everything that I've come to hate is what makes up my daily life, and what I see as supposed good in the world. I gnash my teeth together in frustration, watching as the world goes by, oblivious to the silent, inane dangers that wait just around the bend. I feel like a parasitic worm who helplessly awaits the end of a short, pointless life within his human host, leaving behind a batch of eggs, cooking on the harmful acids of the inner abdomen. These eggs are the things I can but leave behind me as I die: my hopes, my dreams, my future, and that befouled egg that sits alone at the edge of the crevass is my job. Each of us can die at any moment, even without our knowing it. We can be killed in a car accident, get blown to bits by a handgun in the middle of a bank robbery, be instantly destroyed by the threat of a nuclear bomb -- even slit our throats by mistake while we're shaving. One of a number of ways to perish from a short, pointless existence, and perhaps journey on even after that to a realm of wherever. The simple point is the fact that we can't hope to live a life we want, unless we shoot for it. Otherwise, the weak people who, without motivation, strive in silence for the best way, are dragged along like logs in a river by fate. But, hey, you know. It's not our faults we're not perfect. In fact, perfection is what obstructs our better goals, and betrays us at all the wrong moments in our lives. It's just the way things go. One minute, we're walking and talking, the next we're objects. Current Mood: content Current Music: Where is My Mind (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 8th, 2001
5:40 pm	Project Mayhem All of us once lived in an age where our gender, race, religion and social classes were all that really mattered in the world. And, in a way, that is still living proof of what lies in the world-wide culture of today. However, things have been changing ever so silently, our feeble human minds oblivious to our own mistakes. At the beginning of the 20th century, we were influenced by brand new technology which would serve to the hapless, un-fed needs of a revolution. Religions became more of a trendy fashion than a devoted faith. Advertisements sent us out to chase new cars, jewelry, TV sets, sofas, dining sets, living room accessories, wallpaper, video games, video cassettes, and all of the objects of beating affection that served no purpose or value, and in the end were dumped. The wise man no longer cut down to the bare minimum, but rather set out to find everything he truly would never need. He designed a state of living that would become the world's doom. His heart embraced the path that seemed so sweet and perfect, and yet in disguise so rich with evil. Project Mayhem is about the opposite. It's not so much as sticking a pipe bomb into some guy's mailbox, or setting the IRS buildings to flames, but rather waking the wise man up from a dreamy lie. To set ourselves away from all the upbeat stereotypes that claimed our very lives and the world itself. To deliver us from our flaming worldly possessions. And to bore a world that is free of rules or boundaries; free of our petty wants rather than our meager needs. If we choose to free ourselves, we will hit bottom, and live in a world for the better. (Comment on this)