A Sweetheart Is A Bottle

Today I Had A Strange Warning. I Felt The Wind Of Insanity Brush My Mind.

Ah! Seigneur! Donnez-moi La Force Et Le Courage De Contempler Mon Coeur Et Mon Corps Sans De Go U" T. Lord! Give Me The Strength And The Courage To See My Heart And My Body Without Disgust.

The Poet Enjoys The Incomparable Privilege Of Being Able To Be Himself And Others, As He Wishes.

I Love The Clouds... The Clouds That Pass By... Over There... Over There... Those Lovely Clouds!

Alas! Man's Vices, Horrible As They Are Supposed To Be, Contain The Positive Proof Of His Taste For The Infinite.