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 a 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 a couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it, pissing your last in a miserable home nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish fucked up brats that you've spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose your life!
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I choose not to choose life. I choosing something else. And the reasons?
There are no reasons. Who needs reasons? (sonu da sansürlü oldu her ne kadar içerik sansürsüz olsa da..)