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, soirit 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 would i want to do a thing like that?
-trainspotting 96
spds quote: maybe the best words ever said in english?