Oooh you're a naughty mess

...plagues shall spread and funeral fires increase...homer

well, my experryment lasted briefly/ monies owed for some writing hit my account yester after and thus i hit the pots/ dry fur vant sank and den home swiggin' sur-them, sweating on the bus, naturally/ i first deemed it too sweet but oh soon my students became but pricks from a pin and i saed 'uhm..'/ most celestial/ accompanied with much grape i attained a fair bacchic/opyated state then crooned and moaned with contentment at the moons till the young hours, finally bedding the self with slender aide from consciousness/ woke feeling refreshed to strong cafe noir and coltrane/ have now six slender beers and a fifth gallon high commissioner/ i intend to relax after such a punishing ordeal and maybe...who knows?/