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 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 junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than a embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future. Choose life...
But why do I want to do a thing like that ?
Choose your future...Choose life...
Doit-on en sélectionner un ?
Quel avenir?
Musique du film Trainspotting.
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