Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career.Choose a family.

Choose a big fucking television, choose washingmachines, cars, compact disk players

and electrical tinopeners...

choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.

Choose sitting on the couch, watching mind-numbing,spirit-crushing game shows,

stuffing junk food into yourmouth.

Choose rotting away at the end of it all,pishing your last in a miserable home,

nothing more than anembarassment to the selfish,

fucked-up brats you spawned to replaceyourself. Choose your future.

Choose life. But why would I want to do a thing like that?