Tuesday, January 23, 2007

"You are not your job" Tyler, every once and a while some one comes around speaking sense.

"You are not your job...you are not how much money you have in the bank...not the car you drive...not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world" Tyler Durden (Fight club 1999)
But does any one listen?


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