That about covers it...

At 35 thousand feet, truth is close at hand.

Progress...

I like limericks...

Buongiorno, porca puttana. 35,000 feet up with the sunrise showing off. The coffee’s shit e sto arrivando con zero vergogna. A presto, stronzi, so get your shit together. 🖤🖕🌅 ✈️

Midnight met the pumpkin’s empty stare, and the night began to smile.

Fondant au chocolate, espresso, & Dom liquor

T-Bone & Cote de Boire red

Espresso Martini & Foie Gras Maison

Rain though it may, Notre Dame awaits, renewed from fire, stone remembering what the flames could not take.

Bonjour. Paris even on an overcast day the Tower….

Goodnight, Twitterverse… Sleep tight. The bats bite, and they will. They always do. Salute. 🍷💀🦇

Yes, snails

At thirty thousand feet, the day is but a seam of fire, and the clouds are pretending to hold it up. Dante circles in the heavens, and tonight the sky is somewhere between Inferno and Paradiso. Buona sera, my feral outcasts.

See you all in Paris….

Buongiorno, l’ultima vista di mio paese. Qualcosa di te rimarrà sempre nel mio cuore. Alla prossima

Goodnight, Twitterverse...A Dark Castle in the distance, candles dripping, and darkness blooming in the night. Somehow it’s the most romantic thing on my timeline. 🖤

How many of you sang it cold...Go on don't be shy