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 good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose Cool fashionable cloths that fake celebs wear and matching colour coded car that the neighbours will admire. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning as you wander around warehouse sized stores. 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, pissing your last in a miserable oap 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? I chose not to choose life. I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.
Who needs reasons when you can see the misery of a normal standard 'mapped' life?
Words of Wisdom......"The young will always disagree with their elders...until they learn the ways of an elder"
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