Choose life

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 leisurewear and matching luggage.

Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.

Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on 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 spawned to replace
yourselves.

Choose your future.

Choose life...

But why would I want to do a thing like that?

I chose not to choose life.

I chose somethin' else.

And the reasons?

There are no reasons.

Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

ELIGO QUE ME DEJEN DE JODER Y JODERLOS PRIMERO...............