Peliculas

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Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television.
Choose washing 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 leisure wear and matching luggage.
Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing game shows, stuffing
fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more
than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.

But who would I want to do a thing like that?

I chose not to choose life:
I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.

Who need reasons when you've got heroin?