There is a languor in the air which encourages your own, and the poetry of memory is in every drooping flower and falling leaf.

Every basehead wake up and start do heroin instead?

“I don’t know if I’ll go to war or not, I don’t know what process the guys who are being called up are going through,” he wrote. “At the moment, our army is fully coping with the offensives of Russian soldiers and equipment.”

[…] I am the veriest varlet that ever chewed with a tooth.