“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 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 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.”
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“Time to choo-oose…”
“It’s time to choose.”
Fuck you, G-Man.
Hah, ‘reasons’. “Why do you wake up?” “…just so I can go back to sleep.” I didn’t choose life; I chose to live. Living in the hopes of a new tomorrow, in the sense that I’ll find meaning in something or nothing at all, in the vain of an individual whom I can neither live nor live without.
I’ll make sense of it in due time, till then I cannot justify my course of action except to say that I’m still adjusting my bearing and finding a path ahead.
hey shepherd, I feel like you spoke for me there, being a hopeless wanderer through a drk forest, where we stumble and get trapped in a reclusive black hole in which we cant escape and we never see the moonlight, and through this hopeless night that seems infinitely eternal we ponder on our existence, our past, our beliefs, the essence of life for everything and everyone around us, is it life, is it but an empty memory that weighs an abundant nothing.. then dawn it comes suddenly and as hopeless and terrifying the night seemed we knew to some extent in the back of our detrimental minds, that the day would come… the light and a reason would come, and it’s different for each soul, definitely to choose amongst all the deceit and truth there is to choose.. life or death, night or day both certainties we cannot deny… I think you can understand this , MSG me at morenomari 1 @ yahoo . com
Hey, I really like the lyrics you wrote to “Fucked For Cash” and “Once More, A Horror Story”. Very Sex Pistols with a dash of Marilyn Manson. Would you mind if I put music to your lyrics?
I would love it! I really want my writings to become something more than what they are.
(That is from “Trainspotting”. Just in case u did not know). I used to like that quote. Should have a t-shirt with it somewhere.
A few years ago a person asked me something like :”Haven’t you ever had the wanting to live, to jump on board and join the ride? The urge to be a part of life ?” I was a bit stunned. It had never occurred to me, that such an urge existed. “No…” , I replied.
I always hoped there is an alternative to this shite.