Sunday, 28 September 2008

drinking rose and listening to back to rhyming, lord finesse/ bones ache a bit, consequence of my sur-meth use d'lay-t/ hummm...cooked wild mushrooms mit cream, wine, &c. for luncheon/ then read some, took dogg outt, spoke with bra and resisted going to bed for a napp/need more eve booze but cash is serious low consequence forgot my fucking pin number and have to w8 2-4 wanking days for a new one/ bollix (prolix?)/ yhum...let me kleer my.../ out of weed...me smoke it all up last night/ enjoyed about 3/4 of the lord of the rings/ didn't know what the fuck was going on, possibly as i missed the first hour, then witnessed masses of armored bodies undulating, the foremost fighting, on unimaginably vast landscapes, a few key guys shouting 'orks' and 'pull back' and 'stand ground'/ but in my stoned state the imagery seemed highly impressive/ that said i enjoyed fucking devils advocate, possibly the worst film ever made, stoned on mind numbing ak-fowtie-s'en (that's '47')/ but since we never know meaningless noize fills the space between sleeping/

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