花与爱丽丝

连日来做饭打扫上网看片出去玩儿就是不看书。

几个高中的姐们儿好容易在北京城聚了聚。从头到尾都high到不行，谈男人谈女人谈未来。有时候想想人这一辈子真的就这样了。

然后在回去的路上突然难过了。

复兴门换乘2号线的地下通道如同怪兽的食道一般长的没有尽头。周围是各种各样的陌生人，一瞬间所有的绝望都潮水一样涌来。

车还没有来， 旁边是一天下班的白领。黑色西装白色衬衫。胸口挂着歪斜的吊牌。

我知道也许有天我也会变成那样， 很多事情都没得选择。

就像拍了猜火车的丹尼·博伊尔最终靠贫民窟的百万富翁得了奥斯卡大奖一样。

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...

但最终所有的选择都仍然指向一条早就注定好的路不是么？
爱什么爱谁人都可爱谁人都不爱做猫做狗不做情人如若能似冒险片陪你飞车悬崖也甘愿只可惜月球同地球永远隔着三十八万四千公里那么远。

But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroinE?

脑袋很痛。明天后天大后天老子要看书==+