IRC-Galleria

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 suit on hire
purchase in a range of
fucking fabrics. Choose
DIY and wondering who the
fuck you are on 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, pissing
your last in a miserable
home, nothing more than an
embarrassment to the
selfish, fucked up brats
you spawned to replace
yourselves. Choose your
future. Choose life...