feeling good/ peeling the lead of excessive rest from my front brain/ went to bed around 1500 yester after/ i periodically reach a point where the mortal house refuses to continue/ thus i to bed, gifting the self rest and an absence of pwoison/ ekooting limehouse blues, ramblin jack elliott/ sipping cafe estima cooked espress style and warming the muscles while the potions and pills kick in/ have no plans for the vokenende as skynt/ the life of a freelancer is thus: get paid, splurge, hobble till next payment/ have not attempted a poem in a while/ i've often speculated that such industry is driven by negative feelings and evidence would seem to support this/ when i'm content i write a little, blog and diary, but have no desire to do owt but relax and enjoy music &c./ however when my humors are disturbed a veritable flood of words pours forth/ oh well...

brain ok/ up late(er) today/ currently cooking espresso, listening i'm english, smokio/ went to lunch yester/ divine galloway steak (rare) and thin, ethereal fries, potent chocolate tarte and espresso/ then to pharm before cans several avec thom-thom/ home an' th' alba cukd a great meal which we accompanied with several btls barolo/ thom-thom dispatched himself on the stroke of 2100 or there abootz/ then sat up absurdly late reading, nodding the while in my chair/ a late fone kall from francis leeroy saw me having to field his drunken questions, but no mind/ i to bed as the dawn chorus began/

feeling ok/ good day yester/ bro' over for the eve so he i and alba drank much wine, ate, played scrabble and listened to much bach and king tubby/ he departed early and so i to local shoppie for barbolo and smoked salmon/ once home ate drank luvd frenziedly and thus woke to a mouth contorted into a grin and a large pot of hangover-haul coffee/ just been out in the temperate spring 0900-0920 and feeling buoyed by nature's transcendent beauty/ nature, eternal; man, temporal/ yes/ now to construct more coffee and finish frankenstein, one of the finest novels i've read in a while/

good day thus far/ slept phenomenally well last night and woke to a surfeit of fine coffee/ then charged to the shops for fresh bread before preparing breakfast/ next engaged in matt tasks for renumeration/ this completed dived into frankenstein, ears dancing to mozza (amadeus that is, not the gladioli handling eternal teen)/ divine spring weather without: fat drops of rain pour from a melancholy sky/ the cut grasses sweet the air and the verdure glistens, amidst which the odd bright rose glows/

rather unfortunate value-added-tax (vat ('that' in a bristol accent)) i seem to have developed a small that-which-monks-wear (habit)/ bonez jonez and noze running mark (mark twain, twain, two) my chin-hippy (chin-hippy is a track by squarepusher and ruined hippies smak fiends become, thus chin, for that is where my nose runs to and hippy as aforementioned)/ n'er mind, 'tis nothing/ phuket/ drinking cider with much ice, listening wrath of kane, big daddy kane/ send 'em to jail for trying to pass gold...'genius' id est 'no bad'/ ow...

feeling passable/ bones a slice chill from the rain but otherwise bweyno/ currently listening handel and reading (well not precisely at this point but you possess the certain-formation-of-snow) shelley's frankenstein/ ov some rather delicious white roses on my desk and am toying with the wrapping of my moleskine, not wanting to defile it's purity with my turgid fortz/ any-parth...writing for cashish tou-j but needs dictate, what?/ toying with the notion of a third coffee to heat the marrow/ 'twas good to possess un-in yester and quote unquote hang/ should do it more oft, tho' i derive immense enjoyment from my quazi-hermit-similar existenz/well, un-under and un-in ppl...

guuuuuuuurd voggin day men/ meated undown with frankie lee, judas preist and my vondurbar quote unquote aunt/ she took us on a wonderful shopping spree/ quote unquote she quote unquote bought us each: a moleskin a5 ntbk; a hardback novel; 2 pakz gravadlax; 4 pax starfux govvie; fine vino phrizzantie, deus btl; fotografik printz; an umbrella; see-deez; a duz rozez blonk; cest sah!/ nyikt mal, nun?/ so phranky leeroi and eye, judaz preest ovving bin underwhelmed and roodly wasp-splitting, took wote unswoke arnt twain publik for g'' 'n' t''''z sevral wasp-quotro Home...aah...g''' ni''t...

f''''n' some-que claustro., to whit trapped within exempli gratia a box/ may venture abroad and see someone for psych. sustenance/ currently listening: randall and andy c, sound control remix/ man i loathe lead brain fact/ 'tis such an imposition and very difficult to sur-ejaculate/ any-moan...shall do and then review/

feel b''n/ l's''n'ng handel, xerxes, and drinking my morning drop/ the rain falls without and the verdant foliage glistens/ somber handel and rayne, a pleasant and complimentary marriage/ slept prolifically yetser noktee/ vivid, panoramic dreams enveloped me and there i stayed hours 15, w'k'n' to pupils the size of saucers and stiff joints/ thus imbibed meht smartly and mooved to possess circulation upon the proceed/ now feeling much better, restored even/ i speculate my past 48hrs relative abstinence (is there such a thing or is abstinence absolute?) has revealed something of a deficit in my them are-ex/ hmm, N-E-hoo...will rite l8r when the muse waketh (if indeed he she it they does do at all)

feeling fine and unfettered/ drinking a pot of espress and listening to photek, the rain, prescient in intent and in deed since 'tis raining/ yester was a day of moderation: 6 500ml stellas (5.2 purr-scent); 3/4 btl cote of rhone/ killed at scrabble, closing with an 89 point lead, taking my overall lead to 264/ also gorged on philum, requiem for a dream, 24hr party people, american gangster for the vicarious phyx/ up to precious little this day, i speculate/ aside from the rain i've to get back to reading/ music is a fine way to tone the body but does not provide the meat and bones/ will soon cook a fine b'fast for the alba, sunday's act of contrition (tho' i'm currently guilty of nowt it's nice to keep up tradition)/