when in rome...

i found my way home in a dark room,knowing it was best to be quiet and then waited for something. why is always this waiting. we have cinnamon lattes, premium cigarettes, instant capucinos at the 711, stories of safety yeilded by men in masks with fire written on their trucks. where is all of this going? where is it building to ending up? so i cast a glance at the soft morning air and think about rome. how tidy it must have been. the first rich neighborhoods, the first ghettos, the first bood drives maybe, who the hell knows at this point? i'm sure it was beauitful, one vast arms laden daycare plan that stole our souls from us. it would be best if we could be like as soon as possible. enough said.

2002-09-24 | 11:56 p.m.
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