beyler buraya ctrl v yapıyoruz

trainspotting

choose life. choose a job.
choose a career. choose a family
choose a fucking big television.
choose washing machines, cars,
compact disc players, 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 the fuck you are on a sunday morning.
choose sitting on a couch
watching spirit-crushing game shows...
stuffing fucking junk food
into your mouth.
choose your future. choose life.
choose rotting away at the end of it,
pissing your last in a miserable home...
that you've spawned to replace yourself.
nothing more than an embarrassment
to the selfish brats... that you've spawned to replace yourself.
choose your future. choose life.

-but why would i want to do a thing like that?
i chose not to choose life.i chose something else. and the reasons?
there are no reasons.
who needs reasons
when you've got heroin?