CARSTAIRS 2
I've had a childish fling
at this life, and now I'm
done. The echoes are
haunting; they're no more
fun. They've piled up the
chariots by the guardrail
of the arena - everything
is done : the crashes, the
races, the parties - all
those Nero things, who
fiddles while he burns.
And Rome? Rome can
do to Hell - camphor
and eucalyptus, bottled
gin, or rum. This is all
modern shit now - but
the stoplights stopped
working a long time ago,
and now people don't
stop, they just run.
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