06-21-2005, 10:32 PM
Choose Life. Chose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. choose a fucking big television, choose washingmachines, cars, compact disc players and elecrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Chose fixed interest motorage repayments. Choose your friends. choose a lesiureweare and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece siute on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Chose sitting on that cough waching mind-numbing, spirit-cruching game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all pishing your last in a misterable home, nothing more than embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
CHOOSE YOUR FUTURE.
CHOOSE LIFE.
Trainspotting
CHOOSE YOUR FUTURE.
CHOOSE LIFE.
Trainspotting
This body makes me feel eternal. All this pain is an illusion.