drugs 'r us

| 9.2.09 | mr pavement | enviar este post por e-mail

'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 and higher purchase and 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, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you've 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 needs reasons when you've got twitter?!'