Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career.Choose a family. Choose a big fucking television, choose washingmachines, cars, compact disk players and electrical tinopeners...choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sundaymorning. Choose sitting on the couch, watching mind-numbing,spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into yourmouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all,pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than anembarassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you spawned to replaceyourself. Choose your future. Choose life. But why would I want todo a thing like that? |
