I am waiting to find the wall of people I have "killed" or saved by re-instilling a will to live and excel, forcing them to live in fear of reprisal if they do not fulfill their lifelong dream of becoming ... physicist or business owner, or what have you. My Tyler, not selling fat, certainly has a lot better "other life" than me, perhaps the drunkard me, adept at playing at the frailties of women who fall for my wiles is him -- Tyler, a bastard creation of my half-conscious self. Be it male proclivity or mere, over-sexed male tendencies, I hope the insidious me is limited to consensual sex, not expanding to desperate measures linked to my semi-revolutionary and socialist ideologies.+
not a communist, but rather a socialist reformer, international growth with domestic ownership, far apart from 3% conglomerate of the whole nation. I favor competitive nationalism over elitism through corporate dominion and offshore protection (security) as we have now.
In my vanity, I hope I have inadvertently or overtly saved people, whether they ever knew me or not. Not every Superman wears an "S" on his chest.
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Monday, November 05, 2007
part deux, Durden
Posted by Marcus at 11:08 PM
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