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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 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 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, pissing your 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... But why would I want to do a thing like that?