death to rat fuck/ do you really mean that?/ i'm not...sure/ writing is bollox/ i hate it/ contrived shit/ i'm good at philosophy and cooking, rather my natural abilities are most apparent in those areas/ i write well but have lost the zeal to do so and i abhor anything which seems a chore/ or is/ listening, nothing/ sipping, nothing/ went to bed early so not hung over/ reduced m to 40mls/jour so many strong dreams about scoring thwarted/ sleep, those little slices of death, how i loathe them...eap

good good good, yeah double good/ double good indeed/ all's well/ cold bier to my left, a good b'fast within and not too viscious a hangover/ 'd a small gathering for a bbq l'nuit d. which extended into the small hrs/ most pleasant/ i reasoned a glorious day necessitated many drinks and working a bbq and i was droit/ 'twas a fine evening: exquisite food, much booze and more booze/ the perfumes of the evening air sighed on our skins as we conversed langorously neath an inky sky, pierced with stars/ not bad...