--Oh! Cruel movies of adolescence. I like "Guessing the Train", it's not a drug!
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Hurt flowers in full bloom
Wilford 2022-03-14 14:12:21
Choose life, choose work, choose future, choose family. Choose a fucking big TV, choose a washing machine, choose a car, CD player, electric can opener. Choose healthy, choose low-calorie, low-sugar, and choose a fixed-rate mortgage. Choose DIY and the fucking surprises encountered on Sunday morning. Choose to sit on the sofa and watch the game intensively until the mind becomes numb and the mouth is full of cheap food. Choose to decay into ashes and laugh at your ultimate boring family. Choose to give birth to a bunch of messy children instead of yourself. There is nothing more shameful than selfishness. Choose the future, choose life. But why should I do it? I chose not to choose because there is no reason. If there is, it is heroin!
--Oh! Cruel movies of adolescence. I like "Guessing the Train", it's not a drug!
--Oh! Cruel movies of adolescence. I like "Guessing the Train", it's not a drug!
Extended Reading
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Agnes 2022-03-25 09:01:05
3.5. Danny Bauer's early narrative shots, and the infinite aura implied afterwards, constitute the most fascinating texture of this piece. The perplexity and depravity of externalization have never existed, so it is difficult to generate any sympathy or identity, but it is not difficult to substitute in speculation; the best climax is only in the flash of youth, even if it is difficult to maintain the peak in the future, at least you must persist in it. The yellow teeth are exposed and the ground is facing the front in the spring, living in hopeless posture.
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Laury 2022-03-23 09:01:10
Time left them mercilessly behind
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Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Thank you, your honor. With God's help I'll conquer this terrible affliction.
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Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: [narrating] I wished that I'd gone down instead of Spud. Here I was surrounded by my family and my so-called mates and I've never felt so alone. Never in all my puff. Since I was on remand, they've had me on this program, this state sponsored addiction. Three sickly sweet doses of methadone a day instead of smack. But it's never enough. And at the moment it's nowhere near enough. I took all three this morning and now I've got eighteen hours to go until my next shot. I've got sweat on my back like a layer of frost. I need to visit the Mother Superior for one hit. One final hit to get us over this long, hard day.
[to Swanney 'Mother Superior']
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: What's on the menu this evening, Sir?
Swanney: Your favorite dish.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Excellent.
Swanney: Your usual table, Sir.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Oh, why thank you.
Swanney: Would Sir care to pay for his bill in advance?
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: No. Stick it on my tab.
Swanney: Ah, regret to inform, sir, credit limit was reached and breached quite some time ago.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Oh, well in that case...
[hands him some cash]
Swanney: Ah, hard currency. Thank you, Sir. Can't be too careful these days. Would Sir care for a starter of some garlic bread perhaps?
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: No, thank you. I will proceed directly to the intravenous injection of hard drugs, please.