Choose life.
Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a f*king 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 leisure
wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase
in a range of f*king fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on
a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing
sprit-crushing game shows, stuffing f*king junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a
miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish,
f*ked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your
future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
Things are good !
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