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 leisurewear and matching luggage. 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 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 somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?Patrocinado por Trainspotting
martes, febrero 22, 2005
Elecciones (choices)
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Elecciones elecciones elecciones.. maldita vida de elecciones y repercusiones... las elecciones que he hecho no le parecen a la gente que me quiere.. no se porque.. necesitan de más, yo necesito de más... necesito a alguien.. mas bien, que ese "alguien" este conmigo..
ahm.. disculpa el tono.. un poco de desvaríe
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