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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 openers.Choose good health, low cholesterol,
and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.
Choose leisurewear 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 embarassment
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 reasons?
Priest grew up in Rotterdam Germany. A child of the street and street culture he got into bikes and illegal activities at a young age. At 13 he stole his first Crotch rocket and started a Go gang of his own. He was tough and wily and self reliant. His parents being a couple of lower-class slaves basically just let him go when he went. Traveling all over Europe with his gang he experienced many things.
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