Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choosea family. Choosea fucking big television. Choosewashing machines, cars, compact disc 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 laisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbig, spirit-crushing game show, stuffing fucking 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 embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
CHOSE YOUR FUTURE.
CHOSE YOUR MUSIC