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 ur friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck u r on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing ,sprit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into ur mouth. Choose rooting away at the end of it all,pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more embarrassment to the selfish,fucked up brats u spawned to replace urself. Choose ur future. Choose ur life...But why would I want to do a thing like that? I choose not to choose life,I choose something else. And the reasons? Who needs reasons when you ve have heroin?
