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 wondering who the fuck you are on a 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, pissing 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..... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
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I can remember walking down the street, saying my name over and over, until all of a sudden, it didn't sound like my name anymore. It didn't even sound like a word at all and then I stopped and the silence rushed in and whispered words that sounded more like my real name and I smiled and thought to myself how surprised my parents would be when they found out what a mistake they had made.
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You truly love each other, and so you might have been truly happy. Not one couple in a century has that chance, no matter what the story books say. And so I think no man in a century shall suffer as greatly as you will!
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