"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 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 your future. Choose life...
But why do I want a thing like that?"
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That particular post you read, complete fiction - An experiment in lurid language for the given entertainment of my readership.
ReplyDeleteAnd that much should be obvious :)
I'm pretty good. Moving out soon.
I'm actually doing pretty well financially now - Sorted out my debts and am pulling in money from mixing and I'm starting to produce, am in neogtiations with a few production labels here in perth. plus the guys I'd be moving in with I've known since highschool, rent's cheap and the dude's parents own the house, but he elases it form them so he's the landlord really.
ReplyDeletethe trick is to keep movin' on up, just keep movin'
gotta move with the flow
roll with the blows like yo' creased with crisco
take you pedal off the floor, you ain't got to go
and just chill to the sound of the L-F-O