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
DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind- numbing,
spiritcrushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last
in a miserable home,
nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish,
fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose a future. Choose life...But why would I want to do a thing like that?
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只有一個問題
龍五的手上只要有槍
誰都殺不死他!
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