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 DIY and wandering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning.Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing,spirit crushing game shows,stuffing 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 embarassment to the selfish,fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.Choose furture.Choose life……But why could I want to do a thing like that?

Because we live

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