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?

Thursday, 17 December 2009

Point of no return

Circles of corporations swallow me down
there's no place to hide, nowhere to escape
only when I stop and get refuge in you
I am a better man.

Sure as once economy 
was defined by, 
they said, 
the rational distribution
of  supposedly scarce goods, 
they're just too greedy
and now plunged in abbundance.

We're living in the wasteland
no one really cares
as long as they got their chevies
and the life of a rock & roll band.

What's the point of wanting more than you need,
what are you going to do with so much waste
no wonder you always think you need more space. 
What's the point of so much high-technology
if you don't put it for good use?

It's the point of no return for society,
the smallest circle in the middle of the pond
of money and greed, just drowning,
I guess humanity will never succeed.