Saturday, February 09, 2008

"Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.

Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.

Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing ga me shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.

Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.

But who would I want to do a thing like that?

I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?"


Anonymous said...

otra vez hice un esfuerzo para entender el texto, pero no hay caso xD
la foto esta buena =D
aunque no he visto la pelicula xDD
pero bueno
detalles u_u
saludos Ed =D un beso

kath0o said...

Soy Un Fiasko x(
Sé Ke Lo Sabias :) xDD

Paper Cuts said...

u' little whore D:~~
xDDDD!!!! ah wn, pen ql sezzy $: