Oooh you're a naughty mess

all guurd/ ekooting twain henry cow, the long march and drinking gin/ stille off meth-dot-com tho' taking the occasional 'joy bang' and a surfiet of joy does it bring, brain and body gouch of an exquisite i've not courted since the glory days/ otherwise life is fairly unexceptional tho' i try to plod to not ponder the pointlessness (that'll be the gin)/ peese...