dijous, d’agost 13, 2009

choose life




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 peners. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage 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.


poem by John Hodge which begins the film Trainspotting.

2 comentaris:

Olivia Güel ha dit...

Mersi per recordar-me aquest fantàstic poema i Trainspotting, i aquella època... Mersi!

Olivia Güel ha dit...

Hola Mr. Torture, aquesta entrada em va portar molts records i amb el teu permís he programat una endevinalla al respecte dividida en dos posts. El primer aquesta nit. Espero que et sembli bé i sobretot, gràcies per inspirar-me!