choose a job.
choose a career.
choose a familly.
choose a fucking bif television.
choose washing machines,cars, compact disk
player and electrical tin openers.......
choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on the sunday morning.
choose sitting on that couch watch mind-numen,spirit, crushing game shows,stuffing just food into your mouth.
choose rotting away at the end of it all,pishing your last in a miserable home,
nothing more than a embarrassment to the selfish,
fucked up brats you spawned to replace your self.
choose your future?
but why do I want to do a
thing like that?
I know what I am waitting for. .... ..
I am waiting for a perfect wave. .... ..
不是正式生. .... ..