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 leisure-wear and matching luggage. Choose a three-peice suite on higher purchase and a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing gameshows, 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 that you've spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life. I chose not to choose life. I chose something else...
Very cool. It feels like it needs a little more negative space around the left and right sides, or a bit less in the middle, but otherwise very well done.
P.S. <3 The Train spotting reference.
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P.S. <3 The Train spotting reference.
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Stock account: ~Solstice-Stock
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