Oooh you're a naughty mess

feel ok/ slept part of the night on the sofa because i've developed a scots snore/ up around 0800 and now drinking coffee, listening to lumpygravy, zappa/ leprosy ravaged retard for a driver of the chariot this dawn/ shit fuck k cider which does the job so well at the time but does evil the following day/ been up to precious min. d-late/ missing deadlines, drinking far too much again, can't eat much leaving my larousse and liz dave ckbkz, my creuset pans and swiss blades redundant/ oh well.../ crawling through stendhal and have developed a fetish for beeth.'s 6th which i listen to min. deux-day/ a day, a bundle of moments/ might be getting a cat/ my last, furpuss, was a heartless bastard, but then cats don't have a capacity for empathy so it's unfair to judge thus/ and he did sit with me all day for two years whilst to the sofa i was predominantly bound/ meanwhile everyone else was like 'how can you put that shit into your body' &c. from a safe distance/ so yeah, furpuss...