Friday 14 November 2008

srunk as a dkunk, unsurprisingly, since i began at 0930, prompted by reading an old piece of mine containing details of a certain incident, the memories of which i've spent a long time trying to bury/ never head, eh?/ took the hound out for a temporal-slice, visited the pharmacy, the off-license and finally the park/ lower-middle-fi beginning to sound like a middle-fi/ i firmly refuse to be seduced by high-priced equipment when i can contrive a sublime sound for a fraction of 'the cost'/ sipping special brew and feeling those codeine pillules circulate round my boozy, whithered instantiation/ tres under-lime (beneath-lemon? i know, it's just one frustrating aspect of a more profound and far reaching illness)/

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