Watch for our grand opening in early December.

When you say you're fine I see beyond that For your mouth stinks sore of the Devil's thirst, The blood in your eyes betrays need of smack And the groan from your gut smells even worse. With all yon fair maids, there does come a day After loving has sated the demimondaine When whimsy and wit brew hate and dismay And dolor besets all beauteous frames. O let me, from the past, tear out my heart To plumb it on light robin's sparkling breast For each day that passes, unsure my part Awaiting the time of one final test: The love that speaks oft through rain and through mud Only speaks true when it dies full of blood.

spent@dissolute.com