"Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars,
compact disk 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 DIY and wondering who the fuck u are on sunday morning.
Choose sitting on the coach watching mind numbing ,
spirit-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 than an embarassement to the selfish,
fucked-up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your futur.
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?"
