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 Sunday night.
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,
pissing your last in a miserable home,
nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish,
fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves.
Choose your future. Choose life...
Maverick.
Hendrix
Prince / Morris / Apilonia
Edward Norton
Gumpy & Pokey
Queen Latifah
Clive Owen
John Hughs
Shia LaBeouf
The Beatles, all 4 of
It's not yelling or screaming or belting it out from the belly or the shoes its the stillness in the middle of the rage a sound that comes from brokeness, a harmonic cry from the heart's vast wilderness a sound that few can make and even fewer, hear.
The music.
It heals.
disney classics pre_inquisition of homoerotic undertones / political scapegoats & implications of racial stereotyoes_____________just happily ever afters. i will read anything and everything to decide for myself.
for every hero there is a villian; be careful who you idolise.