" 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 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 your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace you. Choose your future. Choose life. "
賠上了選擇，也賠上了不選擇。
如果電視機、膽固醇、開罐器都成了約束的那一天。
的確，沒有可以暫留的層面，
所以不斷狂奔不斷做愛不斷注射，
再一次，賠上平庸，賠上背叛，卻贏得咬牙切齒的青春。
猜。火車
" But who would I want to do a thing like that? I choose not to choose life. I choose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin? "
