WITH EVERY BREATH I WISH YOUR BODY WILL BE BROKEN AGAIN
choose life. choose a job. choose a career. choose a family. choose a fucking big television. washing machines, cars, compact dics players, and electric 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 higher purchase and a range of fucking fabrics. choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are ona sunday morning. choose sittin on that couch and watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows stuffing junk food into your mouth. choose rotting away at the end of it all pissin your last in a miserable home nothing more that an embarassment to the selfish brats you've spawned to replace yourself. choose your future. choose life.... but why would i want to do a thing like that?