Let me share something with you. There are those who do's, and those who don'ts. I spent decades being one who do's, now I don'ts. That's a failure on my part. But once you realize the world is a fucking clip joint, a shake down palace, you don't do's too much anymore.

There are a bunch of screwheads running this place. The gin is watered down, the crackers are stale. They're progressives, too. They want the least salutary thing you have to offer. Then they want to fuck it, and give it back to you in watery fashion. All they have to offer.

Beware these people. They want your pocketbook, and if your soul is there they'll devour that, too.

Thus spracht Velociman.



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