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| F. Sebastian Boursier | To belong to the club, to pay out the nose, to get stomped to the ground by strangers in spiked clothes studded and beaded impressions in my head because I was no white on white they're beating in my head. So I say to you, what is the moral for six rough youngersters today? do we need to belong, or are we amoral, do you die free today? | 020324 |