Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a ******** 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 payments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of ******** fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the ******** you are on a saturday 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 but an embarrassment to the selfish, ******** brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose Life.
I choose not to choose life.
I choose something else.
 Whindonesiaa · Mon Mar 03, 2008 @ 11:27am · 1 Comments |
