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?
Everything sucks and this world makes me sick...
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哈囉,來打聲招呼了。:)
一瞥你喜歡的音樂,看著過往的足跡然後感嘆的風格,真的是很像呢。不過我沒有到您「年輕時非重金屬不聽」的境界啦。呵呵。
About Me。這中間的你我是非常可以體會,希望能有更多時間看書聽音樂看電影,是忙碌的資訊人生活中最大的奢求了吧。
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