Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a big fucking television, choose washingmachines, cars, compact disk players and electrical tinopeners...choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sundaymorning. Choose sitting on the couch, 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 anembarassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life. But why would I want todo a thing like that?

Choose life, choose work, choose career, choose family. Choose to fuck a 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, don't get the fuck out of who you are. Choose to watch boring shows on the couch and stuff junk food in your mouth. It can be said to be the most shameless thing to choose to be corrupt and to create a selfish kid from your sperm to replace you. Choose your future, your life. But why should I do it?

'Cause the life is short , you only live once, you need to choose something that have been proved can get and control by jerk like you, so...I choose everything. To choose what is available and graspable, so...I choose everything.

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