Entry for June 21, 2007

ma simt terminat...terminat de scoala..sesiune d fapt...terminat de vreme...mor de cald...

mi-e foame...dar cand vreau sa manac imi vine sa vomit...traiesc doar de dragul de-a trai...sau mai bine zis...nu de dragul...traiesc ptr ca asa trebuie...

sa traiesti cu atata intensitate incat sa simti ca viata te omoara...paradoxal nu?..ha ha ha te-ai prins, nu?...viata!...da! exact ea...viata te omoara...da mah! viata...ahhhh...nevermind...nush de ce imi mai racesc gura degeaba...picatura cu picatura...simt cum in fiecare zi o parte din mine moare...e ciudat sa fii intr-o numaratoare inversa...incepi cand te nasti...atunci incepe numaratoarea inversa culmea nu?...the begining of the end...ar trebui sa fim mereu in doliu insa noi nu ralizam ce ni se intampla...

tu chiar nu iti dai seama nu?...a mai trecut o zi...ai mai murit un pic...sa zicem ca ai trai 70 de ani ceea ce,intre noi fie vorba,nu prea cred,dar sa zicem ca sunt si eu optimist macar o data...cu viata ta ...deci,70 de ani asta inseamna aproximativ 25550 de zile...asta aproximativ ziceam...mi-e lene sa pun la socoteala si anii bisecti...asaaa...25550 de zile...frumos numar :)...buuun asta inseamna 613200 de ore,care la randul lor sunt 36792000 de minute ...

Felicitari! de cand citesti acest text ai pierdut 10 minute din viata...pare putin nu? oare la fel o sa zici si cand vei fi mort?

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 night. 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