Your Kiss Is Bitter With Cocaine.

I Was Asked To Memorise What I Did Not Understand; And, My Memory Being So Good, It Refused To Be Insulted In That Manner.

I Cling Unto The Burning Æthyr Like Lucifer That Fell Through The Abyss, And By The Fury Of His Flight Kindled The Air. And I Am Belial, For Having Seen The Rose Upon Thy Breast, I Have Denied God. And I Am Satan! I Am Satan! I Am Cast Out Upon A Burning Crag! And The Sea Boils About The Desolation Thereof. And Already The Vultures Gather, And Feast Upon My Flesh.

He Shall Fall Down Into A Pit Called Because, And There He Shall Perish With The Dogs Of Reason.

Since All Things Are God, In All Things Thou Seest Just So Much Of God As Thy Capacity Affordeth Thee.

The Nails From A Suicide's Coffin, And The Skull Of The Parricide, Were Of Course No Trouble; For Vesquit Never Traveled Without These Household Requisites.