Sublime

he sponsored strangers’ ale so he might siphon off their madness. And better was his side of the trade. For men cannot know each other’s hearts, not while they’re of sound mind. Standardized words are more handicap than help.

High spurts the fountain; fierce and foamy the wild jet. The urge has but a single outlet. My love, my baby. No wonder those poor pre-moderns were mad and wicked and miserable.

amethyst

He pleasures his body with drugs and deadens his soul with his savage amusements. Aye, and spreads the disease to those around him, until they take no satisfaction in a contest of skill