Go Thank Your Mother

And since I am constitutionally unable to say anything "nice" (oh I mix some in, but mostly, it's pessimism pesto and misanthrope soup), let me give you a word of advice or twenty instead. Avoid pisces with ze dangerous eyes and always always watch your back, forever yes even at play and rest, most especially down by the water's edges, that and any ology or onomy; what could save them? Wrapped snugly in balmy cocoons of righteous knowing, fighting the good fight, they are what zealot means and you might have to walk with them under not quite coercion if you pass them on the way, but stay to the back and you can slip quietly away when the mob feeds off. Pleas to be worthy,
of the one who loves. Please let it be, plural, and a good while.