Oooh you're a naughty mess

f'n' g'd/ sipping bl'k c'f'e made with my new filter system, listening bucktown, smif 'n' wessun/ slept well/ drank little yester: a quad-whisk., 1 magners, 1 can tr'pl' f'lt'r'd st'la, 1/2 btl rioja over 12 hours/ cold cold bone cold it is here 2dey thus dog hasn't been for a spin yet/ now listening who you think i am, mf doom/ have no work on which is fine fine fine/ thus a day of reading private eye and making a dent in the pile of books i've on the go: michaelangelo, a guide by the british library; the gambler, dostoyevsky; sketches from the hunter's album, turgenev; selected short stories, dh lawrence/ how empty and two dimensional life'd be sans lit., painting, music et al/ reading material of decent quality is the most mind expanding experience, bar a good trip/ it acquaints you with an individual's inner life, something not often available in the arena of day-2-day social relationships/ indeed, people i usually find fun but i learn from books/ 't's always been thus for me...