Young enough to care...

One o'clock and all is well inside this head of mine.
Rawness and juvenility of throat.
I feel nethargelistic in Prague.
My Identities fill the Wonderful Writer with Xilencia.
What wrote Chichicastanango,
They are Vampires, For Goodness' Sake...
Only Time will tell for the Unknown Utopia.

Good Grief! I'm Awaiting Retribtuion for the Byzantine Fantasies have
awoken my Mistress. Spectacular speactacular shows how Quality vs.
Quantity really comes from the Dark side of the Moon. It requires the
Eye of the Fool.

I'm no Hooray Henry she says. She cherishes her Kaftans and tarot
cards, though. "Oh dear." she says, "I seem to have mislaid my Lucky
number 13". She becomes Just another forgotten Zenith of the
Zircona.

Well, maybe her Re-"generation" was Young enough to care...