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 leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you 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 choose not to choose life: I choose something else...

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Smashing Pumpkins, Muse, Radiohead.
Moby, Tatana, Ferry Corsten, Paul Van Dyk, Armin Van Buuern.

SAW I, II, III, IV, V. Watchmen, Butterfly Effect, Requiem For a Dream, Transpotting, Fight Club, Stay, Dirty Sanches: The movie, V For Vendetta

Fuck TV!!

Jean Paul Sartre

Objects In The Rear View Mirror May Appear Closer Than They Are