"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 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 a future. Choose life...But why would I want to do a thing like that? "
You know, the usual. Bowling, driving around, the occassional acid flash back...
ROCK N' ROLL CHILDREN BORN TO DANCE TO THE RYTHM OF YOUR HEART AND DIE TO THE RYTHM OF THE UNIVERSE
AIM=RAGDAW1Fairy-tales are nice.
I love it.
I like movies.
Lost and Metalocalypse are the only shows worth watching... and Futurama
one fish, two fish, red fish. blue fish
I, I can remember (I remember) Standing, by the wall (by the wall) And the guns shot above our heads (over our heads) And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall) And the shame was on the other side Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever Then we could be Heroes, just for one day...