| 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 opener. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose your friends. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing games shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting at the end of it all, pishing your last in a mesirable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life. |
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Sola, fane y descangayada
la vi esta madrugada salir de un cabaret.
Flaca, dos cuartas de cogote,
y una percha en el escote, bajo la nuez.
Lonely, ugly and all broken
I saw her this dawn coming out of a nightclub.
Skinny, a full yard long of neck
And a hanger by neckline under the chin.
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"Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, (...).
Choose your future.
Choose life."
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O_o
CS3, G-Pen 4500, Fuji s5700, Imagination
"How do we solve the crisis of youth crime?
How do we get these kids to kill the right people?"
[Banksy-after Ozone death]
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