Fish: Industrial Fake You're really expecting an answer to this one, aren't you? Oh, wow, haven't you learned anything yet? Here I was, thinking that, maybe...just maybe....you'd be merrily plodding along, happily picking flowers if need be and I couldn't blame you for that, since, of course everyone picks flowers on occasion. Not that it's a bad thing...no, of course it's not. We love to do it...and love to gaze at the pretty colours and smell the pretty smells....it's a common thing.

Not that we're common. Well, not wanting to be, of course....others just can't help their commonality. Which, of course, isn't a bad thing. People of that sort...well, they fit in their little box of society's world as does everything...as it should be. Society likes things in boxes.

Nice and tidy, y'know. Not messy or confusing. Like this site. Oh, yes, I know...this, too, makes no sense and you don't even know how you got here, right? Well, let's see...you were trying to get information about me....and, of course, that just didn't happen because as we all know by now...I'm not here to help you. You're here because you came of your own free will. If I've given you this address, it's because....well, that's a complicated question....never mind.

In any case....I'm not one to hold your hand among the daisies and lead you into the Shadowside for your own protection. If you want to follow me along for the drive, please do but make no mistake: you're coming of your own accord. I make no promises that you'll gain any more insight than when you started...and I make no promises that you won't.

That's totally dependent on you. Not me....me, well, I'm just giving you the rare chance of seeing past the surface....



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