quinta-feira, 22 de novembro de 2007

Eu tenho um sonho...

Imagine um mundo de paz. Imagine um mundo de amor. Imagine um mundo onde as pessoas não sabem o que é a violência. Imagine a gente chegando lá e descendo o braço em todo mundo. Pô, eles iam apanhar pra caramba!

segunda-feira, 12 de novembro de 2007

Trainspotting aka Satisfaction Now!

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: [narrating] 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. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?