"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
the
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?"
oh my sweet darling happiness
or
death makes angels of us
all
and gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's
claws
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