Looks Like A Kaleidoscope In My Eye

The Parthian shot

Me

Father, I poured out my dish and I got the drool.

Father Tymon of Quimonte

My son, exiled in Belgium, wrote Charles Baudelaire :

" This world has acquired a depth of vulgarity that imbues a spiritual man of violence of a passion ."

I fear that for some choice spirits, to rascal elytra buzzing above the barn, the thickness of their shells do not despise their rather messy expression of your passion as the worst vulgarity of the world, because their native constitution would prohibit them from ever bear such domestic violence.

I

These are barnyard animals that are repugnant to a pansy. Who see no height above my hate ironic, because they do not see the heavens rending over their enclosure.

Abbe

But also my son, what do you do out of yours, of alchemical circle we have drawn together in letters of fire, and spread around the circumversion?

The Gospel says, however: Nolita mittere margaritas ante Porcos .

Me Amen