10-14-2013, 09:40 AM
Drown me in thy wine, Baudelaire!
We will drink to the Spleen and the Ideal!
We will drink to our evils,
to our unquenched desires
which push us ever forward towards new girls,
We will drink to old knighthoods, Baudelaire,
To dead chivalry and to Sappho's ghost
We will drink to the good death, and the good evil,
And the Architect! And we will drink
to all soured lesbians and sex workers
of old Paris, of old gaslamps, of old bottles of wine.
We will drink to the Spleen and the Ideal!
We will drink to our evils,
to our unquenched desires
which push us ever forward towards new girls,
We will drink to old knighthoods, Baudelaire,
To dead chivalry and to Sappho's ghost
We will drink to the good death, and the good evil,
And the Architect! And we will drink
to all soured lesbians and sex workers
of old Paris, of old gaslamps, of old bottles of wine.