eor | From the archives, part 1

Choose male. Choose female. Choose a mate. Choose a wedding. Choose a big fucking house, choose children, minivans, DVD players, and espresso machines... Choose CNN and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting in a house with a picket fence, watching your mind-blowing, spirit-crushing debt grow, stuffing health food into your mouth. Choose to fall asleep at night wishing you were dead wondering what people who like their lives are doing. Choose your future. Choose monogamy. But why would I want to do a thing like that?