Hoy empece mi vida (bueno nomas serán unas semanas) de actividades de fabrica, en las que me convierto en uno mas en la linea de produccion, apoyando al gran capital....que izquierda me escuché.
El caso es que hoy empecé a trabajar en la empresa de la familia, y como ya empecé con lo del ejercicio, lo de la comida y lo del agua; parece que estoy convirtiendome cada vez más en una persona "normal".
Si no sabes como decir las cosas, mejor cita a alguien que ya lo ha dicho y lo ha dicho mejor:
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 yourself.
Choose your future. Choose life...
"Fitter, happier, more productive,
comfortable, not drinking too much Regular exercise at the gym, 3 days a week
Getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries at ease Eating
well, no more microwave dinners and saturated fats A patient better driver, a
safer car, baby smiling in back seat Sleeping well, no bad dreams, no paranoia
Careful to all animals, never washing spiders down the plughole Keep in contact
with old friends, enjoy a drink now and then Will frequently check credit at
moral bank, hole in wall Favors for favors, fond but not in love Charity
standing orders on sundays ring road supermarket No killing moths or putting
boiling water on the ants Car wash, also on sundays, no longer afraid of the
dark or midday shadows Nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate nothing so
childish At a better pace, slower and more calculated, no chance of escape Now
self-employed, concerned, but powerless An empowered and informed member of
society, pragmatism not idealism Will not cry in public, less chance of illness,
tires that grip in the wet Shot of baby strapped in back seat, a good memory
still cries at a good film Still kisses with saliva, no longer empty and frantic
like a cat tied to a stick That's driven into frozen winter shit, the ability to
laugh at weakness Calm fitter, healthier and more productive a pig in a cage on

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