pndr

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 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 you are on a sunday morning.
choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you 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...
but why would i want to do a thing like that?