Spaghetti Junction

Not sippin on yak but the junkies round here are also on that crack, rumble tumble in the concrete jungle, squiggling like worms under the tuscany sky till the deity or demon fills his belly with your soul when you die. ATL is but one out of a million cities just like marissa miller has one pair out of 8 billion titties its the quality not the quantity like the diamond named hope, but its hard to breathe or cope surrounded by the zombie hordes on the dope. Makes one want to fly like a bird or plane to outer space or another plane before the world drives us all insane, but then we blend in, not even sure what message I'm sendin' even though I want to be a boss I'm just another noodle in the sauce.