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 suite 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. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

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8 de fevereiro de 2007

Personagem de RPG

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Queria viver na Matrix. Ou sera que não? A realidade deles é muito ruim. Sem falar que a Trinity, morre no final. Triste isso. Então onde eu poderia viver? Sei-la, Terra Média? Talvez eu seria feliz sendo uma Elfa! Sim!!! Seria!!! Talvez, do mundo do Tolkien. Se bem que eu também me amarrava na Molloch.

Sim, eu seria feliz, sendo um personagem de RPG.