U SAY THIS U SAY THAT
SAYING IS EASY SO EVERY THING U SAY IS JUST LIKE THAT
EVERY TIME EVERY EVENING
U MAKE ME FEEL A LITTLE LESS
SHOW ME SOME ONE WHO LIVED BETTER THAN ME
I AM KINDA THINKING
I HAVENT YET MET THAT SOME ONE
WHO LIVED BETTER THAN ME
CALL ME THIS CALL ME THAT
BUT FIRST SHOW ME SOMEONE WHO LIVED BETTER THAN ME
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
first few lines
Cover of the Book is also nice :)
TRAINSPOTTING [1993] Irvine Welsh
"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 night. 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. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?"
TRAINSPOTTING [1993] Irvine Welsh
"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 night. 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. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?"
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