ree-lee tyed it ohn this noyte/ much and many pharm.s, booze and ill. sub.s have conspired to cause gouching, wine bottle dropping and long inane monologues/ the party with whom i've been sitting the last hour has been in hysterics over my output/ apparently i begin from a sane premise and wander into complete madness/ i keep talking yet i cannot hear what i'm saying/ well, it seems like a lot of fun, so i shall continue/ man i wish we had some sort of recording device/

bay-beh/ doin' g'd/ sister round talking woman twain woman with t' alba/ on realizing my position i left and now sit drinking special brew (500mls, 9.o%) and listening to blue room, the orb/ productive day, indeed/ wrote some shit and sent it somewhere/ then i will be given money (malloy, beckett (je pense) says something similar/ sometimes i find 'my' ideas mirrored in books and like to acknowledge those with similar sentiments)/

feeling better/ little booze and an early nuit yester/ listening make it ruff make it smooth, ice cube/ reading essays, montaigne/ drinking kenyan, stove-top, noir/ many vivid dreams last n. thou of prosaic content/ i awoke rested but bored/ reading about monet on the bog i thanked providence for great art since none seems apparent today/ the rise of the idiots!/

yeah so, invalid i and spending the after drinking & listening to myoozik/ for the discerning listener i would recommend shine a light, spiritualized, performed at glasto. 2004, which can be found at thoutube and pomme fritz, the orb, promo video, also at thoutube/ fookin dansin/

doing riotously/ listening boy with the thorn..., smiths/ reading major works, swift/ drinking special brew (500mls, 9.0%)/ day without is bright and clear post a heavy rain/ as it fell on the thin metal roof at clapham station it sounded like stadium applause and the puddles bubbled/ saw bro yester and have discovered to my joy i can smoke skunk without daemons appearing from behind bushes, &c./ thus 'd a pleasant smoke and a few cans, returning idiot tipsy on a 9pm train/ must get to some work this after/ have been doing little but reading for the last couple of weeks so must affect some output/

drunk for 1200

i walked down the
road in the blissful
summer/spring air
dazzled, bouyed not even my
despair could conquer this
glory. so to the
park, a park usually
unastounding
flat and
grey but
today well
today i had a book of
monet and as i
looked i
thought
what need have i of monet so
i looked out over the verdant
park at the
lumious swaying grasses, the
trees, leaves painted by the
impressionists and i drank my
wine which was
hot and strong and tasted of
strawberries and many
people walked past casting
disapproving looks for here was a
man
drunk on a bench for1200 but i
snarled back
bending a
grin for here was i
transcending monet finding in
nature what an infinity of
masters could never produce
but then i looked at monet and it was
glorious...in those prints was a world
beyond what my eyes could ever
perceive and i looked
back at nature and it was as if
painted. my perspective was
renewed
the richness of possible images flooded
through me/ what a waste to live without
dying with the
beauty of
that which can be found outside ones
window
travel across the
world and you'll be as
unsatisfied as you were
here for
you are
asleep

how a wk flies/ not been doing much bar reading voraciously/ since my computer's died i've been working briefly in i-caphz and then returning to the novel/ my brain sometimes feels fortified, sometimes not/ mornings are magnificent in one's youth and many other feelings also diminish/ been possessing wastreled, as per/ currently a tad run down so not bouncing back as quick as per/ vuggid/ the world, reality, a dream within a dream: human perception, faulty, imposed on a form which is a mask for.../ a dream within a dream/