Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a carrer. Choose a family. Choose a f*cking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers...choose DIY and wondering who the f*ck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than a embarrassment to the selfish, f*cked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life....
But why do i want to do a think like this?
