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?"

3 comments:

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
Saludoos
AioO!

Paper Cuts said...

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