Degenerating Fibroids

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. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose installment payments brand suit a wide range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday mornings. Choose sitting on that couch watching television competitions that enrapture the mind and spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing your mouth fucking junk food. Choose rotting away at meándote cagándote and over in a miserable home, being a burden for wimps selfish and to dust you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life ... but why would I want to do that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? No reason. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin? "