Oooh you're a naughty mess

iggy and the stooges, i need somebody, on the system and i bound to the house by a confluence of ill health and the elements/ a second cup of taylor's of harrogate's italian blend (i know, trying to save money - decent beans cost a lot these jours) accompanied 1000mgs ibu., 1000mgs. asp. and a multi-vit./ hoping to kick this bitch into touch by the morrow, the morrow after at latest/ i spend such a ridiculously long time on this machine i should probably invest in new screen/ i wish to preserve my 20/20 vision/ hum...'twould be great to do something this jour but must be sensible/ h'ever with the energy of an absent h'over i may find this difficult/ i opt for the life of the quasi-recluse these days as it's the only way i can be moderately well behaved and stay within the alba's good books/ ho...here comes johnny yen again, with liquor and drugs, and the flesh machine.../ also'd a bit of lou reed, transformer, on the system this morn. and it's surprisingly well recorded/ bowie's real achievements were with reed and pop/ most of his solo stuff is just too fucking ott and populist, though i like gene jenie, fashion, let's dance...i think low is a hugely overrated album (fucking sound and vision/ puh-leeze) though the warsawza track's pretty engaging (and where our good friends joy division took their first proper name (they were initially called stiff kittens, but apparently none of them liked the name))/