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 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, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrasment 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 no to choose life..I chose something else.And the reasons?
There are no reasons."
Choose Weed. Choose a dealer. Choose your rolling papers. Choose a bong. Choose mind numbingly long conversations about fuck all. Choose home grown. Choose resin. Choose frequent holidays to Amsterdam. Choose red eye. Choose the biggest pizza possible for when the munchies kick in. Choose to have no real concept of time. Choose paranoia. Choose chilling with mates. Choose hallucinating about a giant green hedgehog following you home. Choose hot rock burns in your favourite jacket. Choose watching Cheech & Chong. Choose skunk. Choose super skunk. Choose Thai. Choose Afghan. Choose hash. Choose northern light. Choose hiding your stash from the police. Choose spilling dirty bong water on your carpet. Choose a fake jamaican accent. Choose space cakes. Choose brown finger tips. Choose your mums best pans to cook a mix. Choose throwing a whitey. Choose mooching off your friends. Choose waking up Wednesday and wondering where the weekend went
CHOOSE YOUR FUTURE.
Listening to: Sufjan Stevens
Watching: teh big bang theory
Playing: snow bros
Eating: pizza mmm