В колонках играет - PF Project - Choose Life
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No fucking creative. Ma brain is empty. I don't know what's wrong, but my mind is empty & there are no thiughts in it anymore. I need some food for the brain. Some fucking food for my fucking brain. Such shit's happening for the first time and I don't know what to do. It's so strange. I mean, I've got lots of ideas but at the same time my brain is empty and I can't even say what I was thinking about a minute or two ago. This feelin of emptyness and nothingnes is so awful, that I wanna scream, but I don't know what to scream. Shit.

My fucking brain is loosing its positions in ma head. Loosing ma mind is almost normal. But instead ma old mind, I wanna get something new. I think that'll be fair, ah? I'm asking u. U stupid bitch called life! I'm asking u is it fair? Why aren't u listening or answering me, ah? Maybe u've got nothing yo say to me? I don't believe! I don't want to believe you & in you! Shit.

I wanna write 'bout lots of things but I always can't find appropriate words to express maself. I hate this kinda feeling. At this moments I begin to feel maself useless. Why it is so hard,ah? I wanna write & I know what about, but I don't have any words. Shit.


Choose life, choose a job, choose a career, choose a family, choose a fuckimg big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers, choose leisurewear 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 siting 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, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrasment to the selfish fucking brats, that you spawned to replace yourself, choose your future, choose life. I chose not to choose life, I chose something else.