Choose life, choose a job, choose a career, choose a family, choose a fuckin 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 payments, choose a starter holder, choose your friends, choose ledger ware, and matching luggage, choose a three piece suit on higher putchins, and a range of higher fuckin fabrics, choose diy and wonder who the fuck you are on Sunday morning, choose sitting on that couch watching mind numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffin fuckin junk food into your mouth, choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissin your last into a miserable hole, with nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish fucked up brats that you've spawned to replaced 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, and the reasons... there are no reasons, who needs reasons when you've got HEROIN? 
alcoholickitten:
amen!! 
alcoholickitten:
i was thinking a full leather outfit like Trinity's would look perfect with the glasses. OH! And her motorcycle too!! 