As always, music has such powerful influence over me.

Drumbeats, guitar riffs, synthesized sounds. Overwhelming layers of complex melodies. Dirty distortions, fade-ins, fade-outs, incredible tasty clicks. Lovely, sexy, gorgeous vocals. Ambiguous, evil and subliminar samples. Life energy waves in form of sound.

I listen to music and I love it. Where is life for people that don't enjoy good music?
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 mortage 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.

John Hodge

Most probably, I've already posted this marvelous piece of poetry here. But it deserves to be remembered, as all good things in life.