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, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrasment 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 no to choose life.. i chose something else. and the reasons? there are no reasons.