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 the fuck 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, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you have spawned to replace yourselves. choose your future. choose life.