Oooh you're a naughty mess

again the dog defecated in the house considerably last night though having confined him to the kitchen it was at least contained/ calmed now, coffee at my side, methadone smoothing round my flesh and bones, eminem, ass like that on the stereo/ it was the truly twisted lyrics of this song that allowed me to laugh through the horror of fuck-mas '05 with only a 'fifth' of cooking brandy and a bottle of 30mg 'DFs' (codeine)/ the horror...i remember my brother putting on bo selecta as the sickness became really acute and the reality of two days away from london and no B sinking in/ i suppose i was lucky to have 'DFs', left over from a failed attempt to detox though a private clinic/ i was coming off 6 months of 55mls methadone plus much use atop/ they give me lofexedine for a week (pounds 112 for a one week script) and then fucking temazepam and codeine!/ even though i was allowed both in unlimited quantities (i was paying pounds 35 for the script post-all) i remember drinking bottles of those pills and not even getting a moments sleep, mice burrowing in the bones, screaming in a despair and exhaustion as the cold morning lit the dirty sky/ reform drug policy puh-leeze!/