julho 26, 2006
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 the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your 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?
Publicado por blond girl ąs julho 26, 2006 04:44 PM
Comentįrios
vais-te casar? ;)
Publicado por: Golfinho em julho 26, 2006 06:02 PM
who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
Publicado por: pfig em julho 26, 2006 10:07 PM
Lį estį.
Publicado por: blond girl em julho 26, 2006 11:50 PM
I prefer cocain, myself ;)
Great movie, better book.
Publicado por: Golfinho em julho 27, 2006 07:12 PM
& Isn't it good when one can choose??
Publicado por: Tigas em agosto 24, 2006 12:42 PM