Oooh you're a naughty mess

well f'n' passable/ alba down wit' a kyller bug so off w'k/ thursday night, well it went thus: i was not waiting for the click (not the hot tin roof click) but dutifully it came, propelling the self to b- at 0100, where i'm unknown but rousing some dormant skills managed to 'connect' in minutes, in spite of the fact i was wearing a tailored linen suit/ hmmm/ moments later i was in a lower middle-class television junky's nightmare, sat on a step in the stairwell of a high rise teeming with people heating foil and glass pipes/ i thoroughly enjoyed myself and, when the cash ran out, walked the not inconsiderable journey home/ the unusually sensitive and paranoid moi occasionally tore the membrane, causing me mild strife but this was not to last long as upon my return i guzzled gallons of sur-meth and popped 200mg citalopram, pouring a ree-oh-jah the while/ i then gave in to taxi driver, easy rider and get carter till the dawn purpled the east/ now caressed by the first strains of morn. song, sipping a cabernet zinfandel and awaiting the 0830 to c- to fill my 'rx'/ how divine purpose and routine (in moderation, of course)/ such was thursday night/ i then navigated my way through friday sans kip till collapse became inevitable around 2100/ i rose at 1000 this morn., took the dog for his constitutional and now sip a chilean cabernet merlot/ nice...