Work VS Gym.
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, pushing 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.
Or Bruce Willis.
The Smiths. Johnny Cash. The Cure. Depeche Mode. Thursday. Saetia. Orchid. Bassline House.
Trainspotting. Pulp Fiction. Lock stock and 2 smoking barrels. Snatch. A Clockwork Orange. The Rules of attraction
SATC
My Mum- 1961-2008. I hope you keep an eye out for me from Heaven and by god I don't half miss you already. RIP x