Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family.
Choose a fu*cking big television. Choose washing machines, cars,
compact disc players and electrical tin openers...choose DIY and
wondering who the fu-ck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind- numbing, spirit-crushing game shows,
stuffing fu-cking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all,
pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fu-cked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose a future. Choose life...
fear and loathing
"We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of uppers, downers, laughers, screamers... Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon".
Snatch
"You’re always gonna have problems lifting a body in one piece. Apparently, the best thing to do, is cut up the corpse into six pieces and pile it all together. And when you got your six pieces you gotta get rid of ‘em. Cause it’s no good leavin’ ‘em in the deep freeze for your mum to discover, now is it? Then I hear the best thing to do is feed them to pigs. You gotta starve the pigs for a few days, then the sight of a chopped up body will look like curry to a pisshead. You gotta shave the head of your victims, and pull the teeth out, for the sake of the piggy’s digestion. You could do this afterwards, of course, but you don’t wanna go sifting through pig ****, now do ya? They will go through bone like butter. You need at least sixteen pigs to finish the job in one sitting, so be wary of any man who keeps a pig farm. They will go through a body that weighs two hundred pounds in about eight minutes. That means that a single pig can consume two pounds of uncooked flesh every minute. Hence the expression ‘As greedy as a pig.’"
and I shambled after as i've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say commonplace things, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww..."
everything and everyone are yearning to grow older, yearning to grow up. live life for now. live life for you.
MAYBE i'm just not meant to be in a relationship....
If thats true. then neither is kenny ....
