Choose life. Choose job, choose a career, choose a family, choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compacts disc players and electrical tin openers, choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental ensurance, choose fixed interest mortage repayments, choose a starter home, choose your firends, choose leisurewear and matching luggage, choose a tree-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 sitting on that couch wtching mind-numbling, 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 uor spawned to replace yourself, choose your future. Choose life.
Why would I choose life, if we have heroine?
1 comentario:
JAJAJ, es genial ese monologo de cuando empieza la peli, todos quedan como locos cuando lo escuchan por primera vez y en algun lado lo ponen n.n
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