K, well - someone just reccd me this, and I have to say it's amazing. First Fight Club fic I've ever read. You have an insanely wonderful way with words - I love any writing that can make even violence beautiful and this was just... wow.

"The house on Paper Street runs on the exhaust of the exhausted."

"if he holds this one up to the light at a certain angle, it looks like the face of Jesus."

Fan-effing-tastic!