Fight Club –

He needed a win, wanted to pick a fight, set-up his own Cuban Missile Crisis for two
Perfection found in one round with a Butch – no contest with the Kitty Puncher
Misguided Gothic option, they’re on top a blue-collar New York rooftop with a small unemployed audience – starting places underneath water vessel with old advertising, it was so back then, both burning gym kick rubber – black edges on white sole-sides
Fights with feminists are harder work than comics drew, and all necessary man journeys are mined
He’s gone over the edge, again – hold him – dropped him – a breathless Sappho – champion

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