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 shoose.
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.
Chooose DIY and wondering who the fucking 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, pishing you 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 choose not to choose life : I choose something else.
And the reasons?
There are no reasons.
Who need reasons when you've got heroin?
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