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pboconnor: Insect posse will be crushed.
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pboconnor: I used to believe everything I read. But that's all changed.
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pboconnor: I came home and found I could say the word entrepreneur.
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pboconnor: The web descends. Look to your greyhounds.
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pboconnor: Don't start improvising, for God's sake.
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pboconnor: I'm married, 2 kids. Have a peculiar goatish smell.
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pboconnor: They say damp records the past. If that's true I've got the biggest library yet.
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pboconnor: There's a silent rumble, in the buildings of the night council.
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pboconnor: It's approaching 600 pounds gas and flesh. Robes in tatters.
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pboconnor: Work and eat spontaneous. Enter the house of weariness.
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pboconnor: It's at this point that I realise that Smith is really quite drunk.
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pboconnor: He is not a man with 'star qualities' or even stage presence.
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pboconnor: The Fall begins and ends with a great sound surging and reverberating inside the skull of Mark Smith.
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pboconnor: All estate agents alive yell down nights in hysterical breath.
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pboconnor: Nietzsche said 'Embrace your enemies'. You two aren't my enemies so I won't embrace you.
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pboconnor: He knew the evil of the phone. The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose.
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pboconnor: I don't sing I just shout. All on one note.
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pboconnor: People in groups are just twats in my eyes.
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pboconnor: The best firms advertise the least.
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pboconnor: This hideous replica!
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pboconnor: She gripped me like a hawk. Her talons were quite famished.
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pboconnor: Always different, always the same ...
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pboconnor: I'm Joe Totale. The yet unborn son.
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pboconnor: FAUSTUS! Come get yer chips!
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pboconnor: We are private detectives back from a musical pilgrimage. We work under the name of the Fall.
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pboconnor: We had jazz arrangements in 82, when the rest of those tossers were playing cocktail lounge music.
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pboconnor: I was in a drunken dream. The pubs were closed, it was three o'clock.
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pboconnor: Carry bags strewn all around the room.
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pboconnor: Neighbour downstairs with one eye. Cohabs with a mass of blonde curls.
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pboconnor: The Fall weigh 60 stone, are 100 years old and live cheap.