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 DIY and wondering who the fuck 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, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than a embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. choose your future. choose life...

but why do i want to do a thing like that?