No longer here

"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 suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck 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."

eu, para ti, serei sempre ligeiramente...

Not yet, it's not the time!!!

"Wow... After I jumped, it occurred to me:
life is perfect, life is the best.
It's full of magic and beauty...
opportunity and television.
And surprises. Lots of surprises, yeah.
And then there's that stuff
that everybody longs for...
but they only really feel when it's gone.
All thatjust kind of hit me. I guess you don't
really see it all that clearly when you're...
you know...alive."

Mr. W

(delicioso)

inexistência

O olhar vazio,
Os pensamentos fechados no vazio das 8 às 20
As palavras desapropriadas e sem qualquer conteúdo
Pausadas por breves sorrisos esquivos e inexpressivos.
mas fico sem perceber: brindamos à tua inexistência ou será à minha?