Privately Held

Just once, we'd like to be privately held.

Persistence

Sure, they told you that you only have fifty yard of steps in front of you before you'd fall off a sheer cliff, but are you going to listen to them? Listening is for quitters. Quitting is for quitters. Not hurdling over police barricades that read "Warning! Sheer Cliff Ahead!" is for quitters. Sure, you could have stopped at the abyss's edge, but the difference between those willing to stop before the precipice and you is PERSISTENCE. You're going up those stairs, and then, very rapidly, you're heading straight to the earth, because that is was MEN do. We'll see you at the bottom, sir. Soldier on, you persistent bastard.

Change

Change is the essence of life. Be willing to surrender what you are, for what you could become. We've been big supporters of change ever since that strange purple pod attached itself to our face and deposited its egg sack into our stomach. The chrysalis we've begun constructing out of our own saliva, feces and hair provides shade in the summer and warmth in the winter, and the second voice that has been speaking in our heads (KILL) provides company during (KILL) lonely nights and (EAT THEIR VISCERA) long days. As our own sense of identity slips away and a new (ALL YOUR BASE) sense of identity begins to overcome (WE ARE LEGION) us, we remember that change (WE ARE BECOMING) is (THE BIRTHING IS COMPLETE)