Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact dics players and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholestrol and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear 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 down your throat. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
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This is the second coming of the return of the rise of the revivial of the resurrection of the... Okay, you should be getting the drift by now.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
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