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 mortage 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 the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, 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.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
2 comentarios:
y de entre todo eso yo escojo salir en television, el oxxo... uuuy
Y vemos a Ewan McGregor corriendo
Y vemos a Bart y a Lisa corriendo con una sobredosis de azúcar, luego a Maggie le da vueltas la cabeza
Todo eso pasó, pero yo elegí Requiem Tu ru tu ru ru ru tu ru ru
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