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 3-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.
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life. I chose something else.
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