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A pig in a cage on antibiotics

=--=Publié dans la Catégorie "PARENTHÈSE"=--=


« 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 can 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 suit 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 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? I chose not to choose life : I chose something else. And the reasons ? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin ? »


« Choisis la vie. Choisis un boulot. Choisis une carrière. Choisis une famille. Choisis une putain de grosse télé, choisis des machines à laver, des bagnoles, des platines laser, des ouvre-boîtes électroniques. Choisis une bonne santé, un faible taux de cholestérol et une bonne mutuelle pour tes dents. Choisis les prêts à taux fixe. Choisis un petit pavillon. Choisis tes amis. Choisis un survet’ et le sac qui va avec. Choisis un canapé avec les deux fauteuils, le tout à crédit avec un choix de tissu de merde. Choisis le bricolage le dimanche matin en te demandant, putain !, qui tu es. Choisis de t’affaler sur ce putain de canapé, en te lobotomisant aux jeux télé débiles et en te bourrant de junk food. Choisis de pourrir à l’hospice et de finir en te pissant dessus dans la misère en réalisant que tu fais honte aux enfants niqués de la tête que t'as pondus pour qu’ils te remplacent. Choisis ton avenir. Choisis la vie. Pourquoi je ferais une chose pareille ? J’ai choisis de ne pas choisir la vie. J’ai choisi autre chose. Les raisons ? Y’a pas de raison. On n’a pas besoin de raisons quand on a l’héroïne. »



« Now I've justified this to myself in all sorts of ways. It wasn't a big deal, just a minor betrayal. Or we'd outgrown each other, you know, that sort of thing. But let's face it, I ripped them off - my so called mates. But Begbie, I couldn't give a shite about him. And Sick Boy, well, he'd have done the same to me, if he'd only thought of it first. And Spud, well okay, I felt sorry for Spud - he never hurt anybody. So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers - all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person. But, that's gonna change - I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. Now I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm gonna be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television. The washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electric tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisure wear, luggage, three piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by, looking ahead, the day you die. »



« more productive
not drinking too much
regular exercise at the gym (3 days a week)
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries
at ease
eating well (no more microwave dinners and saturated fats)
a patient better driver
a safer car (baby smiling in back seat)
sleeping well (no bad dreams)
no paranoia
careful to all animals (never washing spiders down the plughole)
keep in contact with old friends (enjoy a drink now and then)
will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in wall)
favours for favours
fond but not in love
charity standing orders
on sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants)
car wash (also on sundays)
no longer afraid of the dark
or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate
nothing so childish
at a better pace
slower and more calculated
no chance of escape
now self-employed
concerned (but powerless)
an empowered and informed member of society (pragmatism not idealism)
will not cry in public
less chance of illness
tires that grip in the wet (shot of baby strapped in back seat)
a good memory
still cries at a good film
still kisses with saliva
no longer empty and frantic
like a cat
tied to a stick
that's driven into
frozen winter shit (the ability to laugh at weakness)
fitter, healthier and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics »


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