terça-feira, 15 de março de 2005

Choose

É assim mesmo que me ando a sentir...

“Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact dic players and electrical tin openers... choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing games shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than a embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose you future. Choose life...

I choose not to choose”

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Ass: Gattaca

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