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| I'm feeling a little insecure and unsure of my sexuality, but I'll get beaten fuckless if I admit it to anyone. Especially myself. | |
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| I'm not intelligent enough to have a notion of 'identity' and for this reason I have to borrow other peoples' ideas and pass them off as my own. | |
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Evolution was painstakingly slow...
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| Hmmm, what I need is to immerse myself in a tribal activity where my homosexual tendencies will be translated as passion for the cause | |
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| What I need to do is immerse myself in a tribal activity so that I don't have to think for myself any more. Thinking is dangerous. And for educated people. Uh oh | |
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And Terrace Talk was born...
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| Hi, I'm a real man who isn't gay at all. In fact, I kill gays. Do you? | |
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| Yeh! I kill gays and I'm a man. Football is great isn't it? Erm.... | |
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