
Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a f*cking 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 leisure wear and matching luggage.
Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of f*cking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing
game shows, stuffing f*cking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all,
pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish,
f*cked-up brats you have 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 need reasons when you've got ..??

happy mak mak na