Monday, 21 December 2009

Trainspotting (quotation)

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 game shows, 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?


  1. Final do filme...

  2. obrigada pelo link, já não via há mto mto tempo. gosto mais do txt original ;)