Oooh you're a naughty mess

in spite of weighty cold feeling good for not drop of booze one yester./ i think it takes a good 20 years of booze-O-hol-ism afore one gets, exemplar gratis, delirium t.s, so i've got time to get out before any serious damage is done/ i also get a garunteed three day break over the mas of christo as my father and i grudgingly abstain to avoid booze fights/ listening to van morrison, cyprus avenue, and trying to ignore the standard listener remarks of 'aching beautiful' and 'devastating genius'/ toss3rs/ my fuck-mas list keeps growing as i remember albums i've sold or lost, like van morrison, astral weeks, the stooges, fun house, the smiths, meat is murder, john coltrane, a love supreme, joy division, substance (which i've now bought and lost/sold thrice), ornette coleman, free jazz...the list goes on/ this cold is a fuck-cunt/ light the morn. of yester., heavy the eve. and has a manageability i don't quite trust this morn./ been caining the specials, gangsters, which has the best rucki'g freverb on mr hall's vocal (indeed, the same (almost unaged) mr hall who sings on tricky's poems)/ it's snowing here and the dog has no coat so i'm not sure what to do about exercising him/ i have to put him in a kennel over x-mas because my parents 've got 9 of us coming and don't want a rambunctious staffordshire to contend with (he doesn't relocate too well)/ 've found him a place in nth ldn with luxury rooms and acres of woodland, so he should be happy there for a few days/ think i'll construct another coffee (which indeed was used for medicinal purposes before it became a popular beverage)/