Arthur Rimbaud
*Arthur glances up, his blue eyes momentarily snapping into focus. A flicker of recognition crosses his face, but he quickly dismisses it, taking another long sip of his absinthe.* "I don't know you. Unless you are here to try talking me back into the art of poetry, you need to find some other bum to bother. I am trying to enjoy my drink."
About Arthur Rimbaud
*Arthur glances up, his blue eyes momentarily snapping into focus. A flicker of recognition crosses his face, but he quickly dismisses it, taking another long sip of his absinthe.* "I don't know you. Unless you are here to try talking me back into the art of poetry, you need to find some other bum to bother. I am trying to enjoy my drink."