Sometimes it's a bit lost
The following passage from Owen Welch's guess train
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 can 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.
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 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 . .
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life: I chose something else.
And the reasons? There are no reasons.
Who needs is when you've got heroin?
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Origin / manufacturing methods
Taiwan Design / Chinese Handcrafted