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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 good
health, low cholesterol,
and dental insurance.
Choose fixed
interest mortage
repayments. Choose a
starter home. Choose your
friends. Choose
leisurewear 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 that
couch watching
mind-numbing,
spirit-crushing
game shows, stuffing
fucking 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 the
selfish, fucked up
brats you spawned to
replace yourself.

Choose your future.

Choose life.