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joey |
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whatever |
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him, and red paint |
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the id |
about
loey's predecessor - akin to dolly gone wrong - some sort of creature directly of god's hands, adam-like without good ideas or the capability for mental gymnastics. essentially the very definition of man without complications of societal-based expressions. only instinct, the ability to hunt, and the power to express the most fearsome of rage.
as id
joey does not stop to smell the flowers; in fact, he hasn't thought of stopping at all. the key to survival, for the id, is speed; not logistics. the one who runs the fastest and throws his spear the deepest will be one most victorious. the id is not a computer: it is a man.
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