Marco

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repyments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking labrics. 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 miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Chosse your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?