We
are headed back
to our jungle.
A birthday party, one for the baby born a year ago
They are waiting
For Us.
Postponed especially.
Our jungle family
And us.
And we are so blessed.
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.