choose life.
choose a job.
choose a career.
choose a family.
choose a big television.
choose washing machines, cars,
compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
choose leisure wear and matching luggage.
choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fabrics.
choose diy and wondering who 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, in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarassment to the selfish brats that you spawned to replace yourselves.
choose your future.
choose life.
i chose not to choose life. i chose something else.
