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.
