Oooh you're a naughty mess

a fine day yester./ to k- for a phono stage pre-amp., then f- for an excellent meal of snails, entrecote-frites, much kronenbourg and cabernet-merlot, strawberry pannacotta with strawberry compote, finished with lava-like rich-black coffee with brandy topped with cream/ then a stroll down the river as night crept in, the water reflecting the black vault of heaven/ finally home but 've made the most fatal error/ my hi-fi, till recently, 'd been a modest affair and i'd been enjoying it very much/ t'other day i resurrected my shure v15xmr cartridge, some russ andrews reference power cords and then bought this phono stage/ now all i do is listen for imperfections, making listening to it a hellish experience/ the psychology's obvious but i must do something about it/ some ppl heavily influence every aspect of their lives with powerful imaginations (i am one of them) and in this fashion can reduce a stereo worth 10s t'sands to below one found in the street and given a wipe down/ this can't be good/ h'ever by that same token i c'ld elevate my current set up, if i can break out of this trap/ aim low and you'll often be pleasantly surprised/