but it just sounds like so much fuckin’ fun…choose life…choose a job, choose a career. Choose a big fucking 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 leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit 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 gameshows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing away your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you’ve spawned to replace yourself.Choose your future. Choose life…
