Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washingmachines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers... 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 junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to replace yourself, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose future. Choose life...
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