Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 4
Moonlightshinesinthroughtheopenmouth.
Prepareforthelastbreath,now.
Evacuate.
Now.
Soulclearofbody.
Now.
Deathcommences.
Now.
Oh,thisshouldbesosweet,therememberedwarmjumbleofChloestillinmyarmsandChloedeadsomewhere.
Butno,I’mwatchedbyMarla.
Inguidedmeditation,Iopenmyarmstoreceivemyinnerchild,andthechildisMarlasmokinghercigarette. Nowhitehealingballoflight. Liar. Nochakras. Pictureyourchakrasopeningasflowersandatthecenterofeachisaslowmotionexplosionofsweetlight.
Liar.
Mychakrasstayclosed.
Whenmeditationends,everyoneisstretchingandtwistingtheirheadsandpullingeachothertotheirfeetinpreparation. Therapeuticphysicalcontact. Forthehug,IcrossinthreestepstostandagainstMarlawholooksupintomyfaceasIwatcheveryoneelseforthecue.
