Oooh you're a naughty mess

there is a line in war of the worlds, 'the contagion of my wife's fears'/ how true/ out eariler with the object i can't leave or be rid of i'd 'procured' a video and had it in my pocket/ later, when she realised this, she came up with a tale of shopping assistants talking about my theft and discussing whether or not to confront me/ now my whole career as a thief is based on confidence/ and surprisingly this little bi of bullshit, although i knew it to be erroneous, dented mine a tad/ when i went out this evening to procure my nightly bottle of vintage i paused (internally) and almost fluffed it/ indeed, so great was the virus i was surprised when i looked back after the fact and spied no one following/ the lesson?/ fuck all these weak assed motherfuckers/