filmciterat.

What do you choose?

  • 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 leisure wear and matching luggage.
  • 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.
  • 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 home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-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.

 
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