Oooh you're a naughty mess

all is well/ glass of shiraz to my left, 2 dfs within, happy mondays, tart tart on the sound box/ my budget hi-fi is wicked/ never again shall i be seduced by hi-end shit/ although my previous set-up sounded phenomenal there just isn't fucking 8 grands difference between the set-up i'm running now and the one i'd then/ moreover i enjoy my current hi-fi more because i've got fuck all expectations (or very few)/ psychology is the fundamental factor in enjoyment or appreciation of anything/ even the finest works of art can seem shit when one is in a particular frame of mind/ when you've shot your bolt, a pussy can look absurd/ the most trite sentimentality can seem deeply moving when one is in an emotionally fragile state/ nothing is absolutely in itself/ every thing is a subtle interplay of internal and external factors and one must be mindful of this/ anyway...the dfs are kicking in nicely/ must to the local booze outlet for more/ i need to do some fucking work but who am i kidding?/ i never fucking work/ i'd love to be a workaholic because i'd achieve so much/ as it is what ever talent i may have flounders, flaps and spasms, a fish out of water on a baking deck 'neath an imperious sun/ a charming thought but that's just how my 'talent' feels/