Choose life.Choose a job.Choose a career.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 a couch watching mind numbing, soul 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 then an emberrasment to the selfish fucked up boots you spawned to replace yourself Choose your future.Choose life.But why would i want to do a thing like that?? i choose not to choose life.