Trainspotting

“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 leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that?

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RENTON: I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you’ve got heroin? “

//Sometimes I wonder why I have to choose or why I WANT to choose. Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine myself living life //

The Fight Club and its beautiful thoughts

The Fight Club

• “It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.”

• “Now, a question of etiquette; as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?”

• “The things you own, they end up owning you.”

• “You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.”

• “Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers failed, what does that tell you about God?”

• “Self-improvement is masturbation. Now self-destruction…. “

One of the greatest, if not the greatest

Jew-NJ-Gay-Communist-Buddhist-Morocco-Paris-Anti-Vietnam Protests-Promarijuana ALLEN GINSBERG! It would be accurate to say that he experienced everything that life had to offer. Thats why I admire him. I admire him for his:

“Don’t Smoke Don’t Smoke Nicotine Nicotine No / No don’t smoke the official Dope Smoke Dope Dope.”

“The fact to which we have got to cling, as to a lifebelt, is that it is possible to be a normal decent person and yet be fully alive.“

“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.”

“Ultimately Warhol’s private moral reference was to the supreme kitsch of the Catholic church.“

And his second best poem, in my opinion:

A Supermarket in California

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I Walked down the streets under trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations! What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes! — and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons? I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys. I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel? I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you, and followed in my imagination by the store detective. We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier. Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight? (I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.) Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we’ll both be lonely. Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage? Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe?