Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a f***ing big television.
Choose waching machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers....

Choose DIY and wondering who the f*** you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing junk food in to your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassement to the selfish, f***ed up brats you spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future.
Choose life....

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


---- from CD "Trainspotting"

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