‘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 opener.
Choose good health. Low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a home. Choose your friends.
Choose Leisurewear, and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase. Choose DIY wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose a 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 brats you’ve 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 something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin.’
And its theme. Only, the nonconformist here swings between choosing and not choosing life.
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