Choose Life

Choose life. Choose the washing machine. Choose your favourite song on loop. Choose chocolate for breakfast. Choose undertaking on the hard shoulder. Choose getting wasted the night before something important. Choose luminescent underwear. Choose shouting out your unspoken beliefs in public. Choose shoplifting. Choose kissing a stranger on the cheek. Choose maximum volume. Choose burning the dancefloor down. Choose collecting all your receipts. Choose face-paint on holiday. Choose moonwalking along railway tracks. Choose screaming underwater. Choose mugging a banker’s wallet. Choose chucking snowballs at your local MP. Choose asking for diet water in a restaurant. Choose wiping your arse on a freshly laundered towel. Choose pulling short skirts down. Choose pulling skinny jeans down. Choose uploading a million selfies. Choose posing like an A-list celebrity upon an imaginary red carpet. Choose pleasing people because they desire to be pleased. Choose putting both socks on at the same time. Choose being a dissident. Choose being a conformist. Choose blending in and sticking out. Choose a pint of whiskey. Choose being naked on the trampoline while blowing bubbles. Choose two consecutive straight flushes at the casino. Choose a Halloween mask on your first date. Choose shaving your eyebrows. Choose valentine’s cards to an unknown schoolgirl. Choose sprinting indoors. Choose sex outdoors. Choose praying for your enemies. Choose clenching your fists but hitting no one. Choose laughing at all you’ve become. Choose the most expensive gift. Choose watching that DVD for the fifth time. Choose the lava lamp for your bedside cabinet. Choose the funkiest alarm tone. Choose pissing in the bin. Choose a crystal on each nipple. Choose sailing twice around the equator in an inflatable dinghy. Choose sitting on a park bench and reminiscing about old flames. Choose overdosing on multivitamins. Choose long walks in the woods where the bluebells crow. Choose fireworks on the beach at sunset while listening to rave music from a portable ghetto blaster as all your friends go skinny-dipping. Choose getting up to put the kettle on and by the time you come back missing Ronnie 'the rocket' O’Sullivan making a 147 maximum break in five minutes and twenty seconds. Choose Mike Tyson’s knockout uppercuts in the first round. Choose betting against England football team. Choose a marathon. Choose base-jumping in a storm. Choose scented candles in the bath. Choose leaving your bills until the final reminders. Choose cutting up your credit cards. Choose vandalising sports cars with a hockey stick because their owners don’t deserve them. Choose snorting crushed-up caffeine tablets because you just don’t know where to score drugs from anymore. Choose the finest pepper. Choose a professional photo studio and gold-plated picture frames on the mantelpiece. Choose Blackpool rock and bonfire toffee. Choose what you want, not the best deal. Choose being just a little bit crazy. Choose the shoes. Choose the suit. Choose the heating on and the windows open. Choose living life as if you’re going to prison the next day. Choose send-to-all text messages. Choose lying on your back to gaze up at the stars. Choose the washing machine. Choose life.