Choose life
(Trainspotting)
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 gameshows, 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're no reasons.
Who needs reasons when you've got a heroine...
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Die_Lieder обратиться по имени
Пятница, 25 Августа 2006 г. 17:39 (ссылка)
