Spohgpip gonna get cancelled for this

I took leave of my father's decrepit farmhouse in my modest guatemalan automobile. Making reasonable pace across the landscape bereft of anything resembling what i had come to know as modernity. I eventually reached the general store, a flimsy wooden structure that emitted a dark cloud of smoke from a narrow chimney. Two locals sat outside in the midday sun accomplishing nothing and seemingly content in their doing so. Their bestial stupidity, likely the result of generations of inbreeding and race mixing, was apparent both their appearance and vocabulary. My eyes were immediately drawn towards the words emblazoned above the door; these words perplexed me in such a manner that defy ordinary description. I shall not repeat them here for I fear that anyone who stumbles upon this tome will meet the same fate as I should they read them. I have not slept in weeks as I have tried an increasing desperation to decipher the true meaning of that inscription. I fear that it is pointless- the fate of this city slicker is sealed.