Choices vs. Marijuana
Choose life.
Choose a way to make a fortune so you can live life better. Choose to make a family. Choose how to keep them happy. Choose to buy what they like. Choose to accommodate their likes. Choose to make amends. Choose what they recommend. …Choose the right sized jogs so they don’t dig into your waist; choose the right deo, even if you know you don’t stink. Choose to go to rockshows even if you sleep at it. Choose to endure people who, you think are part of your life. Choose to believe everything is in fucking pristine order.
Choose bigger better televisions, choose powershavers. Choose bathroom cleaners. Choose metal detectors. Choose ways to go through them without making them beep. Choose to let tattoo artists mess up your arm for the rest of your life. Choose to believe the guy is doing a good job. Choose to make reservations. Choose to worry how much it’d cost you to cancel them. Choose to mail resumes. Choose to believe they’ll call back.
Choose not to join when they call. Choose to be amused when you sit on your bed
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, gnawing at your last cigarette butt sitting in the unlit porch of your miserable “dreamhome”. Choose to be nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose the abuses you want to shower the brats with. Choose what they want to do. Choose to wager your ass for them. Choose to be silent when they ask you” what have you done for us?” Choose if you want to read about reality. Choose if you want to escape this thought strain…………Choose your future. Choose life.
Why would anyone want to choose anything??
I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.
Who need reasons when you've got Marijuana?
Choose life.
Choose a way to make a fortune so you can live life better. Choose to make a family. Choose how to keep them happy. Choose to buy what they like. Choose to accommodate their likes. Choose to make amends. Choose what they recommend. …Choose the right sized jogs so they don’t dig into your waist; choose the right deo, even if you know you don’t stink. Choose to go to rockshows even if you sleep at it. Choose to endure people who, you think are part of your life. Choose to believe everything is in fucking pristine order.
Choose bigger better televisions, choose powershavers. Choose bathroom cleaners. Choose metal detectors. Choose ways to go through them without making them beep. Choose to let tattoo artists mess up your arm for the rest of your life. Choose to believe the guy is doing a good job. Choose to make reservations. Choose to worry how much it’d cost you to cancel them. Choose to mail resumes. Choose to believe they’ll call back.
Choose not to join when they call. Choose to be amused when you sit on your bed
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, gnawing at your last cigarette butt sitting in the unlit porch of your miserable “dreamhome”. Choose to be nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose the abuses you want to shower the brats with. Choose what they want to do. Choose to wager your ass for them. Choose to be silent when they ask you” what have you done for us?” Choose if you want to read about reality. Choose if you want to escape this thought strain…………Choose your future. Choose life.
Why would anyone want to choose anything??
I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.
Who need reasons when you've got Marijuana?
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