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Our hero toils at the futility of mechanical life...
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| A life of woe! A simple worker bot in the dregs of industrial progression! | |
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Our hero continues to wallow in his cogged agony...
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| And I, like a teenager, bubbling with angst! Bubbling ever so secretly in my mind! My cries for help only heard by the ghost of Kurt Kobain! | |
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Our hero, relocated to circular file...
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| Is there no end to my agony? They didnt even have the common decency to scrap me for parts.... I wonder if they keep Billy Corgan down here... | |
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