Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a big fucking television, choose washingmachines, cars, compact disk players and electrical tinopeners...
choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sundaymorning.
Choose sitting on the couch, watching mind-numbing,spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into yourmouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all,pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than anembarassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you spawned to replaceyourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
But why would I want todo a thing like that?
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a big fucking television, choose washingmachines, cars, compact disk players and electrical tinopeners...
choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sundaymorning.
Choose sitting on the couch, watching mind-numbing,spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into yourmouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all,pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than anembarassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you spawned to replaceyourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
But why would I want todo a thing like that?