Let's all spend our money and other people's money too on things we've lusted after more than that girl in that advert for that shampoo. Let's hop skip and jump into the back of a cab and get on the tiles and drink until we're in the back of an ambulance and having a laugh anyway. Let's complain when we need an operation but have to wait six weeks and pick open the wound with a pencil to make it worse so people take notice. Don't tell too many people that something's going wrong though, we wouldn't want people to think we moaned a lot. Let's punch in and punch out and touch in and touch out and never question why we're doing it or who we're doing it for. Let's continue on this endless quest for contentment and fulfillment and end up with resentment and a hernia and three points on our fucking driving licences. Let's all run to the polling station and complain about all the candidates but still tick every box, rather than making boxes and voting for ourselves. Let's capitalise on capitalism and build an extension bigger than anyone else's. Let's all sign up to things we don't have time for so we can disappoint another set of people who expect the world, when we promised part of Devon. Let's reel off line after line of recycled, rehashed quasi-political rhetoric in the vein that someone, somewhere is listening hard to enough to hear a different tone, or reading closely enough to find the space between the lines. Let's be self-referential and talk in cliché after cliché until we're all constantly repeating the same five quotes from 'Friends'. Let's swear more, care less and bring our children up to do this opposite. Fuck it, let's call them kids instead. Let's buy a TV for every room, but forget five-a-day. Fuck it. Let's buy a vegetable patch for the sofa. Let's pour gallon after gallon meaningless drivel into our mouths, our ears and our eyes. Let's claim it's someone else's fault. It IS someone else's fault. Isn't it? Let's turn up the dosage and enjoy the side effects and then sue the company for the side effects, lose the case and then sue ourselves for being so stupid to think that we could ever really block out everything we want to blank out. Let's build a wall the size of everything to block out everything and sit in darkness, watching the colours in front of our eyes eat every last nugget of Coronation Street knowledge and our collections of George Foreman grill recipes from our memory.
Let's just accept the inevitable.