choose life, choose a job, 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 fuvking 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 and of it all, pishing your last in your miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
choose your future