Oooh you're a naughty mess

drinking cafe au milk and listening to ice cube, really doe, na-hoh/ a mild day yester of cooking and only special brews twain/ off to the cunt-re: for a few days this wed. for relaxation (although i do little else)/ missing heroin terribly, not just the drug but all that goes with it/ the weather today reminds me strongly of my addict days in nth ldn when i had a beautiful flat, lots of money and a fixed wheel steel bicycle i'd ride to the 'spot'/ the mind needs focus and for it's object to be highly desirable and attainable makes pour moi heroin addicition an almost perfect life choice/ oh and what just came on the aural box?: the only ones, baby's got a gun/ how they capture the ambience of the finest thing known to me/ in the words of shaun ryder, i think i did the right thing in slipping away, and the ache that's making me ache has gone for the day/ sensible indeed shaun, sensible indeed.../ shit i don't know/ things are never as one remembers them/ i've tried to recreate the past before and it is an enteprise destined to fail/ i currently cannot afford a habit in any sense tho' i crave god's own all the time/ i watch the wire obsessively for all the shots of 'drugs', the lingo, the 'hand-to-hands'/ my release is alcohol and the occassional few drams of methadone but it's really not the same/ ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...