it doesn't matter what fucking colour the fucking pill is

Take the blue pill or the red pill. The bill or the rill. It don't matter. The decision is as arbitrary as the colours. No matter which one you take that fucking metal monster is still seated in your guts and you gotta choose between keeping it there or ejecting it.
In one week I've watched the Fisher King, read Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas now I'm reading Transmetropolitan. The results can only be positive. I told my parents that I'm a drop out. Turning and turning in the widening gyre. The best lack all conviction while the worst are full of passionate intensity. I'm out of beer.