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[ilema]

Говорят - всегда есть выбор.



Choose life.



Choose a job.

Choose a career.

Choose a family.

Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines,cars,

compact disc layers 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 suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. C

hoose 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 have spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future.

Choose life.

I chose not to choose life.

I chose something else.



And the reasons?



There are no reasons.



Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?



So why did I do it?



I could offer a million answers, all false.

The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's going to change, I'm going to change.

This is the last of this sort of thing.

I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on,

going straight and choosing life.

I'm looking forward to it already.

I'm going to be just like you; the job,

the family, the fucking big

television, the washing machine, the car,

the compact disc and electrical tin opener,

good health, low cholesterol, dental

insurance, mortage, starter home, leisurewear,

luggage, three piece suite, DIY, game shows,

junk food, children, walks in the park, nineto-five,

good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters,

family Christmas, indexed pension, tax

exemption, clearing the gutters, getting by,

looking ahead, the day you die.