The life, an employment, a career, a family, a washing-machine, cars, cd's and electrical can openers, the good health and the low cholesterol, you mortgage to fixed term, the first house, my friends, the informal clothes, a suit of three pieces bought in quotas ... and asks me the one who shit I am an early Sunday, to sit down in the sofa to looking at programs estupidizantes ... while as food scrap. I choose to rot in a wretched home, being a verguenza for badly raised that you have created to replace yourself. I choose my future, my life.
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