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 leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?</b>
I live my life by these words.

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Current Residence: Brussels
Favourite genre of music: music from the 60's/70's. breakcore. jungle.
Favourite style of art: Surreal. Abstract. Symbolisme. Just anything not real..
Operating System: MacBook
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Skin of choice: Smoking
Personal Quote: "It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Exsistance is elsewhere."