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ROMA - Volume IC

Samuel Kebede

For all zoo keepers around the globe, who do their job

well, because they love it

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Index

Chapter 1 - Carpe Diem -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3

Chapter 2 - E Pluribus Unum -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 5

Chapter 3 - In Defense of Lust ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 8

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Chapter 1 - Carpe Diem

“Carpe Diem”, this is the current mantra of the republican party. WIth all the power in the world, they still choose to ride the blue wave towards freedom, under the period of woman, disguised as the red wave. They argue, “women should get the red”, because they menstruate at the end of the month. It is a solid argument, however, when I call people over for thanksgiving, it’s not the turkey waste I serve on the plate, it's the meat. Seizing the day is a failed concept that has not brought us out of nothing but our feelings. The idea works well with vacations. It should have no place in politics. I can’t have a politician tell me “they have no plan”, for the future.

I count on politicians to have a plan for the incoming hard and good times. If the elected representatives are incompetent, and they have no plans for the future of the country, what hope is left for the homeless who sleep on the streets? What hope is there for orphans?

There is none. There is no social construct, and where there is none, there is no France.

When politicians abandon the health of the citizens, who were born there, I do not think there will be any capitalism, and there will be no wealth to leave behind, and there lies the division with England.

If all warfare was based on deception, then there is no welfare coming to the citizens, 3

behind the backs of establishments, there is no China, because they not only lied to themselves, the policy makers also lied to their own military. The best the day can provide is good sleep. When you fill up on food you made yourself, or bought with the income you earned, you have a drink to wash the mixture, then you unhook the trouser nip, to make an opening for the tummy to fall on while you watch TV, laughter fills the room, and along with the warmth of the night comes a decent living. There’s not much required from the top dollar earner than not to forsake our forefathers way of life, but no. They haul upscale for the liberation of their pockets from the hands of unworthy individuals, mostly their own family members they have not slept with. There is nothing to seize but the human morals from the twisted hands that grasp a knife between their sweaty hands, while they heave with ecstasy, to divide and conquer the life of another from their body.

The current mind state of the Republican party can be characterized as such, The Chupacabra, Bigfoot, and The Loch Ness Monster. Much like the acronyms, they are hiding behind their agenda’s, with no truth in the basket for the easter rabbit. I do not understand why we left to hide between faux blowjobs, the left foot of the John Harvard statue, and the normal reproduction unit of humans, the creampie. Carpe diem, will only fulfill their wishes, and we who oppose the agenda of big government from taking the last piece of money from our table, are left to venture on a new road, where even the bleeding feet of George Washington, have not mounted, during the war at monmouth. While Scotland, along with their language, seeks to search for Unicorns, thereby, finding virgin women of all sorts, in spirit and mind, their immigration system has brought no treasure for us to use in America.

There is no value in “not sleeping with women”, monetarily, much like there is in doing so.

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Thereby, the tales of Paul Bunyan are only left in the mind.

Chapter 2 - E Pluribus Unum

The blue party has lost. The red party has won. Well, no one can do the red party better than the red party since they are riding us all back to Hizge, on a one way ticket to blue town. Having known them myself, with the best government in the world we set out to build, and things are already beyond repair. The people put in power, have the accuracy of a Chef in a spa. I do not think they can tell a human flesh from beef while they chop meat on their butchering tables.

They have lost sight, and instead of reading the words on the presidential coat of arms for the sake of understanding it, they are hiding in the pit of the banner with no words, where the first intention was to cast the sight of a bullet hole on the floored scroll. People with guns 5

understand the concept when they hold a gun up to find a target, where their aim is small, so their shot can be true. Using this philosophy, they avoid reading the words on the presidential flag, since they know others do not have an aim, for if they had, they will read it says “out of many one”. And not “Seize the day”. The whole white house, when I realized this, knew it would be left spiritually, and mindlessly occupied.

There will be no work to fully trudge ahead to since, they in their tiny heart and mind, have left wishfully, towards their desire, backwards, beating on boats, ceaselessly into the past, for someone else to do the presidential job. For once, the establishment said, “without the pornography, I can bed my own wife for once”. Either they hired help is not doing a good job, or they simply want to stick it to the voters one last time before they close out their quota for the two term presidential year, right from behind us, where we might or not like it, when they dig us out deep, but since they enjoy the venture, they will ration the cause with a

“firework”, cause, where they ending it on a big note, a cum forward action, right on our face, along with their closed road, dead end propaganda. I am willing to bet they want to “go out with a bang”, like the gun totters they are, hard shelled with “educating the children”.

While they are hard set on setting new security for school shootings, the only thing to go off will be the patience of the blue party in their advance to revive their democracy. The traitors our nation have found a civil cause, destroy the democrats until you find office, only to hire them again, so when you finish screwing them over, they get their chance to hook you in the back, with Krispy Kreme donuts to go with their ambitions since they are the sons and daughters who graduated with higher education degrees to replace them. Their objective, no matter how brainless, is to make us like it. They want us to say “it's so big”. They want us to 6

know who the big boss is, while their Swiss accounts speak on behalf of their fatten cows.

Heifers are what they are after, aboard their ship with no course, with wilting guns, asking us to board along the ship of disaster they primarily stole from us.

When they realized, their rooms were comfy, and the beds were warm, they saw it and submitted to the labour, like a donkey, and chose to ride us back to democracy, while they should have spared us the drama. In wicked anguish, they will eat their morsels, while knowing they screwed us over, and in the afternoons, when they go home to their wives and husbands, they will assure themselves, “Baby, you did the right thing, he/she was a criminal’.

While in foot play with the ice cream on their lap, with a man ships the kitchen, they will reach for they opium derived medication from their counter, and dismiss their brain for the night with a cup of wine, along with the remorse and regret they had for us, because before they quenced their anger with the turmoil, that is the glass beaker, in which the only use is for measurement of the wine, they will forget us by washing the “sieghail” down with breezy wine. The next morning, we have been reduced to only a headache from last night, the regret they felt washed down with a prescription glass of wine from the doctors, who recommended dropping us like a case of a bad cold on a piece of paper, shallowly dimmed under the duress of gun aims, which they will amount to sovereignty, seeking the protection of the US army under concepts of “dodging”. As for me, there is this one cause left, using the time I have, I plan to work on this book to my utmost capacity. I have found my conceptual rubicon where I will march on the District of Columbia, with an “army”. I aim. I plan to conquer all of Gaul, and capture their hero as my prisoner for my government will have a land to stand on.

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Chapter 3 - In Defense of Lust

Part A - The Gym

I should appreciate lust more. It is one one those subjects you never want to talk about because the globe revolves around desire. Subjectively, lust has been of use to me a handful of times. I still recall the prancing moments of my youth, where I walked across terrains that benefitted me concerning my love life. I thought working out was the answer to a woman’s heart, little did I know exercising ends in India. The best humans hope to achieve at and in the gym is a good shape, based on the physical mentality of the Tiger. The Tiger is the ruler of the gym, where shape is paramount. Shape is essential, and when you look upon the structure of members who exercise, you look upon their features, such as their arm, width and length, then you gaze upon their capacity to lift heavy weights, so you can sexualize them in your mind. When you figure out masculine features do not sedate you, you go towards the female subscribers, who come in with tight pants, the kind that make you want to worship the edges of the moon. You behold their rear hamstrings while they pick up the rod from the ground and wish it was yours, the one you bought at home to mop your tiny village grounds.

You see her grip the cubby black comforters of the bicep curl machine, and you want 8

to have the little bee in your house, fascinated by her tricep arches, layed down hard on the mount. Shrewdly,, you take a peek at your own arms, with the misery of a scale, and compare it to the guy she brought with you, you articulate in your mind, while conceiving the thoughts to assault him because she has the gastrco’s of a small god. You gaze upon her fixed facial features and see the opposite of capital punishment, where you want to be the seat beneath her witnessing the harsh punishment she is inflicting upon herself, for the sake of a movement that mimics sitting back on your lap.

This is what gets the gym going. We have paying customers across the interstate because lust sells a lot of memberships. You want champion warriors in your gym, show them the good stuff. Show them a lady exists in the midst of your mind. If you are a male, take a dip on the right side of the tracks, and whisper the delightful tones you want to say to the woman you admire, in the gym mirrors. Say to yourself how much you want her to picture what it sounds like whilst looking at your bulging biceps, or try and figure out how you might use them to pick up a chick later, way beyond the Jordan, past the ellipticals, while her feet drags upon the rough edges of the steps, aspiring to lose her body fat like her last boyfriend. While she moves like a ship on the high shores, take a step in the right side of life, and try not to sniff too much, lest you catch a scent of her feminine 100 dollars shampoo’s and perfumes, designed to knock out a male, like a queer hunter with a nice .45

holster and a wick jab with a long range fun, right to temple of the fore runner, or a animal at the veterinarian, ready to be sedated, in complete intoxication.

You have heard of shiny objects and women, and now let me tell you about shiny 9

muscles and men. Men use it all the time to attract mates of all kinds. From the church going little dasher, to the dormant volcano of a human being, ready to swing ashore on your life like an avalanche, you have the tasty cop lady wanting to move to your side of bench press, to see how much you can put on the leatherback of seat, sure enough to gash the skin of a rhino. There lies the inner bear in you, ready for the lady champion to jump into your speed dial, hunger for some more of your protein at home, in the form of muscle milk, and chicken tenders, and as you lie there, wishing you knew her name, your huffing get in the way to impress her with your last rep. She is on your mind, and so are you, but you just can’t seem to understand what will get the slim pickens off her pants and into your hands, so you can get another bicep curl in, whilst at the same time, given the opportunity to talk to her by gliding by since you didn’t finish your last set.

“ Hi, I was just on that, yeah, do you mind if I..?”, and she responds, “Sure, how many sets do you have left?”. You respond in humming hast, frightfully wishing you can have your lips on hers, instantly, yet, with gusto you mutter “ Just kidding, you were the only thing I was on to, wanna be my last set? I get off in :45 mins.”. Then you anticipate, and hopefully wish she responds “ I would rather get off on you handsome” but since you are the alpha male in the room, you get the big ol “I have boyfriend”, so you shrug and limp away, in a broken window on a freight train, weaving about with gasps of air like a lump of clouds in the sky.

When you go up to the desk to check out, the drama of your catastrophic failure to pick up a swan has gone out the window, and has reached them in a timely manner. Your 10

friend there assures you, there are tight buttocks across the city you can gaze on, she is not the only fish in the sea. Massively out done by her, with her appeal, no one will speak ill of them since she got stronger for it. She will likely be on the woman of the year magazine cover, along with the gym which can handle good and bad publicity. Lust sells, since it not only creates drama, but also the opportunity for a good life.

Part B - The bedroom

Surely, my actions while frantically boasting about my beauty will be nullified whole, so I do what must be done, and do the unthinkable. I do proper things beyond imagining. To perfect who the woman is, I think of a wall like strategy along with lust. What I want most is a woman who won’t leave me, and what I think women want is a person that won’t leave them. So you do what needs to be done and do it by the book. You honor your father in your bed chamber by making sure the bed never leaves the house. Tactfully, you eradicate the word “experiment”. I did not leave the comfort of my mother and fathers house, so I can idly stand by and wander into nothing. I love my father, more than I love my mother. I think of him more when it comes to women or lust. When I get down on my knees to pray “our father”, I am not going to focus on asking forgiveness, like a good son, I am going to aspire to be the best I can be, void of sin, to the best of my ability, with the military capacity to keep the heavens in my bed room, lest I seek unneeded forgiveness from father, when at first I could put myself in superior offensive position, to not need it. The supreme art of war then lies in subduing sin, without causing it, where you never needed to ask for forgiveness. There 11

you can use lust to your advantage. Lust can be your best friend, when the lady comes home, carrying the groceries over, she can drop them and sit next to you with the utmost faith, you didn’t just facilitate the house to become stronger through your zeal, you made her venture strong. Her cause is just in your home, because infidelity primarily lies in fixing issues with your father, not the woman. The best of the best of a woman lies in the holy trinity, her lips, her chest, and her vulva. You have the care of the world with God the father, the son, and the holy spirit at your side, with holy matrimony at your side. To me, that is the pick up of the day, where you greet her with warm kisses, and lie on her chest when you get tired, then have a closed out concert at night before bed. Triangles are the strongest structures in architecture. When you mix and match your choices, nothing needs to go on the male body, in physical terms, than the Republic, the mouth and the structure.

You are a holy country, she is the deity that needs to be there, even if the body, when cared for, can outlast the world while collapsing. There are clauses on how to operate the gift she is from father. You cannot surpass what is meant for what, nor move to the woman with the intention of breaking these laws. There are no oral, nor rear end plays that are allowed for both role players in the chamber. It is an eternal law where you cannot remove the stones your ancestors, your Roman fathers put there, so you can enjoy life with the woman you love. There lies the lust you want, on the shore of the beach that is your bed, looking inviting as the doors of heaven, because you kept the law of your father, and your art is welcoming you on sheets.

Much like your father, even if you do not love your mother, you have to honor her in 12

your marriage. You shall keep the bathroom holy, from all integrated actions. Remove yourself and all sorts of love from the kitchen, and primarily, in your bedroom. The only place safe to practice your marriage is the bed, not even the floor, of the chairs in there.

There is a General protecting the wealth of your father, and there is a field marshal protecting the love you bear for women, through your mother. The marshall watches out for unusual heaves you get from your structured walls and ground, to gain supreme standing, and punishes you for it later, when you abuse your wife. There is a general in play, where you try to amend the laws in favor of your own feelings, or for forsaking your ancestors, they will dwindle your money, and take you back to basics. There two are in constant work, taking actions against you for the certificate you receive to nurture and care for the life of another.

Part C. Lust in Business

I see a champion here and there, that has taken it as such, which has gone in the far reaches of the earth, to the halls of Aids and Herpes, aspiring to conquer the pleasure world with his subject in hand. Once in a while, a help seeker peeks out on youtube, who has embodied the diseases, as if he was Christ the liberator of the world, and the cross on his back to signify he can handle it like a champion. It is the simple call of the neighbor lady to come over for tea, while your focus should be on our work. Lust lies there in temperament, seeking to devour like a hungry lion. Lust is the leader that leads great men to their disaster, downfall and demise, because they were seeking to be redeemed by the chamber of the woman, and in this case also men. Where there is simplicity involved in casual one-night-13

stands, and ready to mingle concepts, with refreshments available to appease the gods, lust in frigate form lurks in the wind. The damsel in distress is waiting, to be handled with the care of pockets, much like the hour you value between your bed, and leaving for work.

Lust is neither the protagonist, nor the antagonist. As the money pacifies, your feet walk towards the murky chamber. There, money is no longer the object but the passive aggressive agent that puts a warrior on his back, when in due little, our masters taught us not to submit on our backs, while wrestling, when we were pre-teen years old. There are people like me, who would wish and hope she gets pregnant, because that would be the only money worth giving her. Nothing is more wasted than rear foreplay since, hundred percent of the men who went for the grand fight, never make it home. Atleast, there is a shot in the dark for the forward man, but nope, a few hundred bucks wasted on a rainy game, that was postponed till the next weekend due to acclimated weather. I could have the same fun. from the Selvester cat in Tweety, while eating the pie momma makes, without killing tweety. I like the cat, but not enough to cook it and eat it. I like to get the cat, but not while it kills the bird. I am a fan of the cat, in my home where I use the money to buy the food, for the purpose of consumption, and not the cat being a commodity. I am not a huge fan of animal doctors.

I am not going to go the extra mile, and gamble on health care, just so I can be a star on live camera, or be the faction that alertly, without extra coincidences, maintains a homeostasis, in the physical boundary of the creature. I suggest letting the cat handle its own ticks and fleas, and be a welcoming candidate for the house we live in, and not subject the lustful desire to financial schemes without considering humane options. Babies are the best 14

for the financial tenderness of love. The best objects to buy are toys for the child, whose home, you desecrate, like the plagues of Egypt, for a little good feeling time. Money should be spent on tiny shoes, and foods that vigorously make you want to puke because they are nutritious., in this abstract, the best dodge, the really nice dodge is not the condom, but the marriage certificate, where there is no evil that could become without your knowledge, that keeps you in bed, like HIV, since the best you is also, the best you need along with your kitty at home.

Part D - Lust in Government

There lies many paths, which eventually turn to only two. We must tell where we are headed to find a life worth living. I come from a well to do family, where my biological dad is a landlord, but I have actually lived in a homeless shelter. I know what it is like to be poor.

I advocate for the poor, not because I hate the rich, I found a life worth living, a cause worth supporting that is being served up by the establishment. I am even willing to go lower, if there were such a thing. They rig the houses with deceit, where if you’re not gay, you won’t get a morsel of food. If you do reject the general consensus of the governing body, they will take away the food you eat, along with the clothes you wear since you hate what they do 15

behind closed doors. I think lust has corrupted them since, they are still seeking it with all their heart. Grown men throwing tantrums, and wanting to be torn apart by sin is not nice.

It’s not manly nor appetizing. I am a grown guy, who still does not want anything to do with them sexually, so I get hammered with the rest of them with tariffs and boundaries. They want their lax laws in place, so they can do as they please with your consent, falling in

“love”, with one another. They blame it on drugs, and they blame it on religion without acknowledgement for your rights.

I do not understand how a grown civil man can justify with his mouth open, his love for another male, when there are women present in his sight. How can humans be so vile to advocate for their behavior, with arms wide open, telling their tale of same feature conquest, when they can get it done with the same feature on a woman? It's shameful. It’s vile and not a term or an action to speak with in public. Such taboo, should not be assured by the churches we grew up in. They amend it, with garments of white, without clasping their hands on their mouth. They approve of their actions, in which even beasts stay away from. I found out beasts mimic the habits of the house. If your house practices it, the dog to protect your shame and ego, do the same. When your household is on the right track, even the animal turns out healthy and honorable. The only true rabies is what these men inhabit in their household. It’s not even the women.

It’s the men themselves who bear, senses for another, to up their game out in the streets. Let these men be scorned, and have their strength taken from them, for they do not deserve it, should the women follow in their schemes, we are all finished. There will be no 16

government to hold the peace. No songs will be made in honor of liberators, and the light which they seek, will be forgotten and will be out of place. If in all instances you want to fix your neighborhood and countries, start with the men. If we work on them well, and instruct them to follow a course that is honorable, we can fix the women and the children in one go.

Men should not be lustful for one another, they should seek combat and swords, not satisfaction in one another.

Men like Pete Butiggeg, who went into office, and ruined our transportation system are to blame. How in the world does a person who went to Harvard, is taught the laws of God, then continuously erodes the place from humor and words, against his community. He has white washed the system to the point, the language has been tainted with nice words to the bad, and good words to the bad. With his democratic stick, he has whipped. He has lashed, and the people to say they are only slaves in history, when he has made them so to his feelings, is faulty. How does a broken man such as he, in his capacity, earn a living without Truth?

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Acknowledgments

- For the New United States of America, and To the Republic Of the People which was Made By The People, For the People’

- For all zoo keepers around the globe, who do their job well, because they love it

- For the hard working crew at Harvard University, and

The French Louvre, I give my thanks

- This book entail the story of the palace of Caesar, the government that established and The country that was made.- For Pop

- This book is dedicated to Rome, and it's cities that I love.For Rome

- This book is initially dedicated to my grandmother, who gave me wisdom and the opportunity to learn through sound judgment. Secondly, it is for the military personnel of the world in service, and lastly for Cain. Thank you for teaching me to be a decent human being.

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Kebede, S. (2023). Roar Order Presents: The Conservative Prince Diaries. (n.p.): Writers Republic LLC.

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