I'm knitting with only one needle
Unravelling fast it's true
I'm driving only three wheels these days
But my dear how about you?
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 DUY 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... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.
all kinds
fight club
pulp fiction
a girl interrupted
some like it hot
trainspotting
history channel
sex and the city
family guy
friends
the simpsons
...
1984 by george orwell
fight club by chuck palahnik
oryx and crake by margaret atwood
of mice and men by john steinbeck
the five people you meet in heaven by mitch albom
So you feel that you aint nobody
Always needed to be somebody
Put your feet on the ground
Put your hand on your heart
Lift your head to the stars
And the worlds for your taking
So you feel its the end of the story
Find it all pretty satisfactory
Well I tell you my friend
This might seem like the end
But the continuation
Is yours for the making
Yes youre a hero
~Queen