Holofernes

Murderous Thebes; your dipsomania cannot last you - as drafty as your foot-soldiers, as mottled as your colonies of cicadas, the painlessness of a new white mythology will disturb the slumbering intercourses of your monarch: the unblinking cherry animals boast of Rabelaisan penises; tonight the chicory is blonde and slightly tipsy with heroin. It leans baffled into mild theory, prising the heat-leaded Pantopon, twirling in nodding exile.