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 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 Have Spawned To Replace Yourself. choose Your Future. Choose Life.
i Chose Not To Choose Life I Chose Something Else.