"Choose life, work, occupation, family. Choose a fucking big TV. Choose washing machines, cars, laser players, electric can openers. Choose health, low calories, and low sugar. Choose fixed-rate mortgages. Choose a starting point, choose a friend, choose sportswear and suitcases. Choose a fucking three-piece suit.... Choose DIY, and on a Sunday morning, you fucking can’t figure out who you are. Choose to be bored on the sofa A superb show, stuffing junk food in your mouth. Choosing to be rotten, your sperm creates a selfish kid to replace you is the most shameless thing. Choose your future, your life. But why should I do it? I choose not to live, I choose something else. The reason? No reason. As long as there is heroin, what reason is there?"
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