Oooh you're a naughty mess

f'n' rough this morn./ two cans special brew plus a one-line-two can of k the pre-mid., then house of c- for a 20 w and 10 b the post-mid, smoothed over with 300mls of methadone and encouraged by 60mgs citalopram/ then home where cooked an excellent supper and, rather than eat, consumed two bottles of shiraz and many cigarettes/ hit the sack quite early (0053) but roused by the dog at 0800 and unable to get back to sleep i'm feeling a little damaged/ tchaikovsky's sleeping beauty of the myoozik system/ last ngt sat in the dark listening to tricky's first album/ his voice sounded so realistic 'twas quite unnerving/ must go into town 2-joo-ur, get back a lot of my stuff from f-, then a raid on my brother's house for same/ i only have myself to blame/ when the alba and i separated for a year i trod the byway of the vagrant, leaving many of my possessions, along with skin cells, in many ppl's houses/ then there's my brother: i love him dearly but when he comes over he always needs to borrow something, a cd without which he can't continue, an item of clothing for it has become too hot, cold, tepid, misty, wet since his arrival/ i rarely go to his place but the last time i did a cursory glance at his bookshelves revealed enough books and cds to almost split a standard sized supermarket carrier bag/ the alba's trying to put a limit on my cd/book/philum purchasing as our flat burgeons under the weight of what is in fact a seriously depleted collection/ oh well...