Choose life, choose work, choose career, choose family. Pick a fucking big TV. Choose from washing machines, cars, laser players, electric can openers. Choose healthy, low-calorie, low-sugar. Choose a fixed rate home loan. Choose a starting point, choose a friend, choose a tracksuit and a suitcase. Choose a fucking three-piece suit...choose DIY and on a Sunday morning, you can't figure out who the fuck you are. Choose to watch boring shows on the couch and stuff junk food in your mouth. Choose to rot to death, leaving only the selfish kid made from your sperm to replace you. Choose your future, your life. But why should I do this? I choose not to live, I choose something else. reason? There is no reason. As long as there is heroin, why not?
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