Is this were I confess I am sick to death of the gun arguments… /sigh
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Is this where I confess the check is in the mail! (Yeah, sometimes it takes a few days… Or years… To be delivered)
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Is there confess that American spellings piss me off unreasonably?
Cheque dammit! Cheque!
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Ahhh!!!
Can I confess when I try to post a half a dozen characters and discourse says my body is an invalid, I tend to agree 
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Is this where I confess that I think Jack White is a pompous hack?
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Is this where I confess that I’ve turned down cocaine at a party only because I don’t want to eventually become a born-again Christian?
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Is this where I confess I wish you were all robots so I could torture you by programming you to read my poetry?
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Is this where I confess I suspect you are a Vogon?
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Is this where I confess that I’ve no idea what I’m doing here?
But enjoying myself and just liking people.
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I think that your poetry, with all its allusions to T.S. Eliot, Keats, Chaucer, Dante, and Norse mythology, is a stirring work of utmost courage and beauty.
Which just goes to show how much mileage that man from Nantucket has.
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Is this where I confess I’m wondering if it reads anything like:
“Pev’t o’ tay merlong gumin gots,
Untie yun furly pazzen ye,
Confre an’ ayzor, ayzor ots,
Bither de furloss bochre blee!”
…
“Mockles! Fent on silpen tree,
Blockards three a-feening,
Mockles, what silps came to thee
In thy pantry dreaming?”
…
“Oft in that wickless chalet all begorn
Where whilom soughed the mossy sapertort
And you were wont to bong”
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Is this where I confess that, beyond all rational belief, writing terrible Vogon-inspired poetry was my gateway to writing?
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Is this where I confess that the healthiest part of my lunch was sour gummy bears?
Is it all ok, since I am now consuming an apple?
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Is this where I confess I’m actually a dog?
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(yiff)
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Is this where I confess that it was like wiping a magic marker or something.
(perhaps it was the gummy bears)
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Is this where I confess that we can’t tell, because we’re on the internet?
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Is this where I confess that we are all probably confused about the opening phrase of these questional-confessions, thinking it’s a place, instead of a time-position in a conversation?
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Is this where I confess that I’m probably confused more often than I’m not confused?
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Is this where I confess that I can’t stop wondering how many of the people who liked that reply got the reference to the poetry-writing robot in Lem’s Cyberiad and which just thought it was very silly poetry?
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