Saturday, April 08, 2006


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 a three-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 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?


Garash said...

HOy la vi por enésima vez y no deja de emocionarme. Esta introducción es magnífica.

alejandro said...

si... yo tb ya perdi la cuenta de cuantas veces la he visto.. hace poco vi la parodia que hicieron los simpson de la introducción de la pelicula en el capitulo en el q van a UK. jaja... con maggie caminando por el techo y girando la cabeza..