When I Finally Got Up To Industrial

I Have Concluded Through Careful Empirical Analysis And Much Thought That Somebody Is Looking Out For Me, Keeping Track Of What I Think About Things, Forgiving Me When I Do Less Than I Ought. Giving Me Strength To Shoot For More Than I Think I’m Capable Of. I Believe They Know Everything That I Do And Think, And They Still Love Me, And I’ve Concluded, After Careful Consideration, That This Person Keeping Score Is Me.

If I Had Any Dignity, That Would Have Been Humiliating.

We Cleared All Traces Of Our Occupation Out Of M6 And Moved To M7, And It's Been Quite Smooth Over There. We Chose A Place All The Way At The End Of An Industrial Park.

I Am Now Standing In A Mixture Of Cooling Fluid, Gasoline, And Cola.

We're Allowed To Explore The World At Large On These Things; The Urban-legend Aspect Of It Is Just Kind Of An Excuse.