Oooh you're a naughty mess

feeling passable/ bones a slice chill from the rain but otherwise bweyno/ currently listening handel and reading (well not precisely at this point but you possess the certain-formation-of-snow) shelley's frankenstein/ ov some rather delicious white roses on my desk and am toying with the wrapping of my moleskine, not wanting to defile it's purity with my turgid fortz/ any-parth...writing for cashish tou-j but needs dictate, what?/ toying with the notion of a third coffee to heat the marrow/ 'twas good to possess un-in yester and quote unquote hang/ should do it more oft, tho' i derive immense enjoyment from my quazi-hermit-similar existenz/well, un-under and un-in ppl...