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About Me

"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.
I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you’ve got heroin?"
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My Blog

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I feel like i'm losing it. It being everything. My life, my love, my livelihood, almost my entire identity. And it's a sad thing to lose your identitynow, don't get me wrong, this isn't me whining, or...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Aug 2009 17:41:00 GMT

yep

have you ever woken up trapped in your own life?I barely notice it anymore.the years have gone by so quickly you would have never noticed them. Each year, the same thing happens. the good comes with t...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Apr 2009 15:16:00 GMT

Life

I pity the corporate worker, high in their golden throne in the sky, so desensitized in the bubble created for them, by them. I pity those who work the long hours, their only conversation being how th...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 21:56:00 GMT

Short Story 2

Fuck, I can't sleep again.Insomnia always brings a hint of frustration with the flood of reasons why.Maybe it's excitement?                 ...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 23:32:00 GMT

A Short Story

Click, Click.The mouse moves with every twitch my hand makes, staring at her face, seeing the love she once had for me turned towards someone else. The twitching gets worse, as I thought about the yea...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 01:14:00 GMT