this morning #275.

this morning, his latin lingo became a mix of screaming & gurgling as his fellow senators began stabbing him with a flurry of daggers all about his body. at the ripe old age of fifty-five, he had outlived many of his fellow countrymen. he’d had a good run. so much conquering & slave trading & dictating & the like. historical levels. along the way, he even got a month named after him. shit, they went & named an entire calendar after him. even his buddy brutus couldn’t claim such fame. the only thing of note that traitor ever did was utter the phrase “sic semper tyrannis” & just because virginians adopted it as their motto doesn’t mean squat. those sadists made milk their state beverage.