CHOOSE LIFE.
CHOOSE A JOB. CHOOSE A CAREER. CHOOSE A FAMILY.
CHOOSE A FUCKING BIG TELEVISION, CHOOSE WASHING
MACHINES, CARS, COMPACT DISC PLAYERS, AND ELECTRI-
CAL TIN OPENERS. CHOOSE GOOD HEALTH, LOW CHOLES-
TEROL 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 FUCKING FABRICS.
CHOOSE DIY AND WONDERING WHO THE FUCK you ARE
ON A SUNDAY MORNING. CHOOSE SITTING ON THAT COUCH
WATCHING MIND-NUMBING SPRIT-CRUSHING GAME SHOWS,
STUFFING FUCKING 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, FUCKED-UP
BRATS YOU HAVE SPAWNED TO REPLACE YOURSELF.
CHOOSE YOUR FUTURE. CHOOSE LIFE...
BUT WHY WOULD I WANT TO DO A THING UKE THAT?
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