Oooh you're a naughty mess

feel good/ went to festival yester with the al. drank much bottled stella and witnessed one decent act, a romanian folk group called MUKKA/ they played the most haunting music at one point bringing your humble narrator to tears/ caught a fantastic tan and then returned home for further drinking and fleshy pursuits/ most fun/ now drinking a glass of chilled pinot grigio and realigning my cerebellum/ pook-d-bra supposedly over l8r but his addictions to sleep and sheer lassitude have somewhat overwhelmed him/ he feels vindicated when he hears in my room, beach boys/ it's some way to die, a living death/