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 spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you 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.
Choose life.
But who would I want to do a thing like that?
I choose not to choose life: I choose something else.
And the reasons? There are no reasons.
Who need reasons when yo