" choose a 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 DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a sunday morning. choose sitting on that couch watching mind- numbing, spirt crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. choose rotting aways at the end of it all, pishing at your last in a miserable home, nothing more that an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. choose your future. choose life....
but now why would i want to do a thing like that?"
