You will arrive at the pussy.
It winds with a troubling, serpent-like suggestion through the corrupted countryside, leading only, I fear, to ever more tenebrous places. There is a sickness in the ancient, pitted cobbles of the old road, and on its writhing path, you will face viciousness, violence and perhaps, other damnably transcendent terrors.
So, steel yourself, and remember, there can be no bravery without madness. The pussy will take you to hell, but, in that gaping abyss, we will find our redemption.
me laying in the hospital with a neck brace, remembering those wise words:
