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Man, I see in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see it squandered. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. Our Great Depression is our lives. We've been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
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i see hope every time i come to this site or open up an email from you. really.
and when you do, that spreads to me.
It does.
the mirror fogs and that's victory enough
oh that, and i don't clog
i win again.
Wonderful, Jen! I can feel it spreading :)
Heidi
:)
well that's audacious.
;)
sorry, I had to.
i've always seen you as hopeful, even when you're knee deep in hopelessness.
it's why you carry on, is it not?
and yes, you do spread it around so lovingly. i thank you for that.
I love that about you. The hope and the tackling of bullies, both.
You spread hope, my friend, whether you realize it all the time or not.
That is what will sustain you.
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