Frigg

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose A career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and elektrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on sunday morning. Choose sitting on a couch watching spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk-food into your mouth. Choose walks in the park. Choose 9:00 to 5:00. Choose being good at golf. Choose washing the car. Choose a sweater. Choose a familiy christmas. Choose indexed pension. Choose tax exemption. Choose clearing gutters. Choose getting by. Choose looking ahead. Choose rotting away at the end of it, pissing your last in a miserable home nothing more than an embarrasment to the selfish brats that you’ve spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.but why would I want to do a thing like that?I chose not to choose life. I chose something else. and the reasons? - There are no reasons.Who needs reasons, when you got ..... ?