sep05

Everyone has something. Not in a material sense but more like a purpose. Some people devote their life to God, some to their family. Education. Job. Money. Acquiring goods. Hobbies. Cars. Knowledge. An Alma Mater. A sports team. Getting laid. Actually come to think of it I guess this sums it all up...

"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?"

In the end. I don't even know anymore.

September 2005 is here.