quarta-feira, 22 de fevereiro de 2012

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 mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your
friends. Choose leisurewear 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 that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing
game shows, stuffing fucking 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, fucked up
brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.


sábado, 11 de fevereiro de 2012

whisky soda e rock and roll

Puorte o cazone cu 'nu stemma arreto
'na cuppulella cu 'a visiera alzata.
Passe scampanianno pe' Tuleto
camme a 'nu guappo pe' te fa guardà!


sexta-feira, 3 de fevereiro de 2012

love is an open book to a verse of your bad poetry

So ring the alarm, ring the alarm
Bar me and hold me and cling to my arm
Here it comes, here it comes
And what you're asking me now, disastrous now
Hoping and hoping and hoping
The feeling goes away