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| I miei sono: - The Nightmare before chirstmas; - Il paziente inglese; - Stand By me; - Schindler's list; - I passi dell'amore. Ce ne sono sicuramente altri ma non mi vengono in mente xD Choose life; choose a job; choose a career; choose a family; choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disk 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 DIY and wondering who the fuck u are on sunday morning; choose sitting on the coach watching mind numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth; choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in amiserable home nothing more than an embarassement to the selfish, fucked-up brats you 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? |
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