Choose
Choose life choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact-disc players, and electrical tin openers. choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. choose ficed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are fucking on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting, watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it, pissing your las in a miserable home. An embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats that you’ve spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I choose not to choose life, I choose something else.
And the reasons??
There are no reasons.
From “Trainspotting” the movie
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