From the perspective of freedom being the state prior to choosing sides; life, a job, a career, a family. A fucking big television, washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Before good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. The present lacking morgage repayments; a starter home, friends. No leisure wear and matching luggage. Not facing the choice of a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Prior to DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning; sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth ... 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 you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future? Choose life?
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I never stood a chance
at freedom
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