Wednesday, August 24, 2005


"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 game 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 why 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 smilintearz said...

hmm.. yes i see some depth here...

2:13 AM, July 14, 2006  

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