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 mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the **** you are on 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, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?
ummm, maybe some other time.
Because heroin makes all the pain go away.
Jeff…..your questions scare me….
Dude shut up
Hey 2 POINTS!!!
the dragon is fast youll never catch him.
i choose you
i dont know why i would choose someone like you
but i do
and when your on heroin ur not the same
come back into my arms
i will hold you always
i need you
forget the heroin
remember me
i was there for you through the hard times
remember how i held ur hand when you were constipated
well i love you
i choose to live with you
coz yo mama’s so fat, and when she farts, it’s global warming doug!!!
These questions….kinda frighten me…
oh hey 2 points
Why do heroin when you can lick toads?
Dude, I think you should lay off the pot. Please.