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,
pishing your last in a miserable home,nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.Choose your future. Choose life.