August 29, 2003
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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.
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
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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Very Palanhuik.
Okay... Now what broght that on???
choose to be you and be comfotable in your own skin
As long as you are satisfied, I can do nothing but support you.
good point...
hmmmm... interesting point.
It's lonely moving. I've never liked a place until I lived there for at least 8 -12 months. But then you look back and realize that the new life was worth the adventure from the comfort.
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