good luck, my friend...
you'll meet many good people & yes..
you may travel with a few..
before you put your boots on the ground, read the hard stories.
read them, think about them & understand that that is part of what it is.
no comfort in the know, none in the experiencing, but maybe a little steel, knowing that the shit hits a hell of a lot more than just a fucking fan..
people..
you will meet people..
all people have needs..
O God, O, oh Fuck..
you included.
make your needs as few as possible..
not so much as in what you need that you can provide for yourself,
or earn to share, as our honor shares among us,
but in what you need from others.
do not place trust too quickly, or you may see betrayal where there is none..
you will only see what you need not being given,
even if you were told it would be given to you,
merely because it made goddamned fucking sense at the moment.
accept no promises from anyone, unless it be a promise, *explicit*.
we are wormy little bastards, here, just like lawyers & shysters & tweaks & brokers of stock & fucking death..
we *hate* accepting responsibility, because it keeps us from doing what we want..
no matter how holy anyone *sounds* on the road, remember:
fucking Satan is the freest bastard of all..
unless you live by wisdom & are willing to die by promise..
then you see a shitload more, but not so easily..
take our Glorious Fucking Leader, here..
this summabitch holds on to this place like a bad tooth attached to a string & a doorknob..
& He has His fucking Minions...
why?
i have no fucking clue, of course,
but...
somewhere, someplace, he made a fucking promise..
maybe only to his own poor fucking self
& we are just vampires, feeding off of it..
& you are being sucked into the Cave..
so welcome..
