Rome = Awesomesauce
Chillin' here on coffee, pizza, pasta, jelatz, and loadsa other good stuff gonna blitz the dial offa my carbometer.
But I'm kinda zero carum maximus 'bout that right now.
Figure I gotta play Nero-ina while the goin' is good, like was flopped out on a couch, bein' hand-fed grapes by srsly hunko gladiator types.
Lovin' how the buildings radiate an eerie magic fills ya up. Mebbe they get blessed by choirs of dead virgins while evryone's sleepin'.
Way different durin' the day. Tellya, the AI preventin' loons on scooters from runnin' me down is busted to f*ck. In a parallel universe, I already died 7 times. Hey, in a parallel universe those loons could mebbe figure what a frickin' straight line is. Tried escapin' to the Spanish Steps but darn near got trampled to death by a blob of selfiestuck tourists oughta stay home. What they doin' here? Walla China not good enough forya, huh? F*ckers.
Coloseum blew me away. Gotta love shit on a monster scale. But then you figure on the brutality an' slavery an' shrinkin' back of the hooman soul against this expansive backdrop, and yeah, that was kinda icky. Could hear those guys moanin' in the pit like their torment so strong it carried in the air until now, till someone finally heard 'em. Just gotta be glad the Catholics rolled into town and swept away alla that oppression.
Meanwhile: priorities.
Found a great bar and got loaded on sour cocktails tryin' to spill out my heart in verse. Smoked 10 treato cigarettes and mooshied lipstick all over my notebook an' face. Man, I am a tramp.
So, yeah, I wanna frickin' toga. They are so cool an' I want one. In black plz. Or mebbe maroon. Or a deep blue. yyy hang on, this might take a while...
Feel The Power Of The Mark Side
Lightin' fuses is for blowin' stuff togethah.
Lightin' fuses is for blowin' stuff togethah.
Lightin' fuses is for blowin' stuff togethah.
Lightin' fuses is for blowin' stuff togethah.
Lightin' fuses is for blowin' stuff togethah.