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 suit 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 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 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 needs reasons when you've got heroin?
Et vous avez ce que j'ai choisi ?
J'ai choisi de fermer ce blog parce qu'il me plait plus, il est trop moche, mais bon je vous laisse qand même voir, et vous pouvez encore làacher les coms, c'est pas interdit ...
donc mon new sky sur Ewan (y aussi du Jude Law pour les amateurs^^) : http://ewan-jude.skyblog.com.
Gros bisous et merci de vos coms !!!!!
J'vous aime.
Kiss
Layla !!!
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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 suit 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 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 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 needs reasons when you've got heroin?
Et vous avez ce que j'ai choisi ?
J'ai choisi de fermer ce blog parce qu'il me plait plus, il est trop moche, mais bon je vous laisse qand même voir, et vous pouvez encore làacher les coms, c'est pas interdit ...
donc mon new sky sur Ewan (y aussi du Jude Law pour les amateurs^^) : http://ewan-jude.skyblog.com.
Gros bisous et merci de vos coms !!!!!
J'vous aime.
Kiss
Layla !!!
[/
