Guide to Agency: Introduction.

This is going to be a series.

And it will introduce a new tag. Fun I know.

Disclaimer: This is real.

People and places and events in this are all real. Because we make them real, we are myth makers, we are 1%, we are criminals, insurgents, terrorists, we are poets and artists, lovers, hooligans, the violent fringe of every philosophy and religion, while being the emotional fringe of those same movements, we are 92 proof, and we are real and alive, because we make it so. And that is all it takes is one breath, one spirit to wake up and say, "I'm done, I step out. Fuck this system. Fuck everything about it except the people. People who have been slaves to one system or another for far to long."

And so here we are.

The Road Agency.

Each and every single one of a Road Agent.

A concept, a way of life. Dictated only by what we chose to be dictated by. Rules that are there just to be part of a philosophy, not to be followed all the time. Not to be worried over, or fretted about. Because we can redefine what rule means. What philosophy means. What lifestyle and belief and faith and family and everything means.

And this is a call to join us.

How?

However you want.

Spray paint, art on a canvas, poetry, monogamy, hedonism, homelessness, peaceful protest, Molotov cocktails, how ever you want to bring it all to its knees. To make material possession our servants again. To make our jobs what we do to feed our families and our real ways of life again. To make this world work the way it should. In beauty and simplicity and love.

You join us by doing what ever it takes.

By waking up.

By becoming alive.

Whatever that looks like to you.

So now I write rules. But they aren't your rules. They aren't even rules. They are my rules. And those I follow as loosely as possible. Because nothing should hold me back when the opportunity to become more free, more unfettered presents itself. No matter what the rules say. So don't follow these. Make your own. You are your own agent. You have your own road to walk. If we meet, I will always walk by your side. Because that is how we were meant to live. And if our ideas differ, so be it. We'll part ways if we need to, but it will be in peace, because we know that our rules aren't the same.

So I want to be like a ghost, like a vapor, that whispers sweet nothings in your ear. Sweet nothings about freedom, and liberty, and what they mean to me. And about the only way that I know how to break free of this world.

I am in it, not of it.

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