He was crazy and somehow mad
Best for them they go to-day:
I said: To the thing that follows me!
Now, I am under crook clumsy seductive adolescence.
become a flock, a clique, a tag along?
Think on thy Coffin, not thy bridal bed.
Nine books or nine hats
our generous sayings to each other, our
We soared the inevitable
Languor, Catullus, destroys you. Look out!
He was crazy and somehow mad
Best for them they go to-day:
I said: To the thing that follows me!
Now, I am under crook clumsy seductive adolescence.
become a flock, a clique, a tag along?
Think on thy Coffin, not thy bridal bed.
Nine books or nine hats
our generous sayings to each other, our
We soared the inevitable
Languor, Catullus, destroys you. Look out!