А небо все точно такое же, как если бы ты не продался. (Егор Летов)

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 leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fucking you are on a Sunday morning. Choose siting 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. Pay your last in a miserable home. Nothing more than an embarrasment to the selfish fucking brats That you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future, choose life. I chose not to choose life, I chose something else.