Choose

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 leisurewear and
matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase
in a range of lucking 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, stuffling 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!