Oooh you're a naughty mess

all's well/ head a trifle sensitive for i was dim sum yester/ what possessed me i do not know but en route to acquire rx i drank k and from then it got celestial and messy by turns, as 'it' has a tendency to do/ but sitting blissed as the evening turned golden i surmised the day'd been on balance excellent/ almost finished sons and lovers which is written about as well as anyone could ever write/ dh and miller, a, have that rare ability to write a window onto a scene/ most writers, no matter how talented, still show you words but these guys show you images/ the weather is stifling hot, the air of water-like solidity/ well, off for a drink and scribble some lines...