"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 you are on a Sunday morning.Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-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 chose not to choose life:I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.Who need reasons when you've got heroin? "(online status not displayed)
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