The boundaries of reality are the area of play…

The revolution is about to unveil!

Brought to you by none other than:
Better World Inc. & Post-Modern China Doll

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 spirit-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?

(This is the poem by John Hodge. Then Renton finishes it off:)

I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you’ve got heroin?

Currently reading :
The Last Days of Socrates (Penguin Classics)
By Plato
Release date: 29 April, 2003

I am featured as the “Chic Type” of the week (interview in French):

J’ai été sélectionné en tant que “Chic Type” de la semaine.
Voici l’interview, 3e partie:

I am featured as the “Chic Type” of the week (interview in French):

J’ai été sélectionné en tant que “Chic Type” de la semaine.
Voici l’interview, 2e partie:

I am featured as the “Chic Type” of the week (interview in French):

J’ai été sélectionné en tant que “Chic Type” de la semaine.
Voici l’interview, 1e partie: