Oooh you're a naughty mess

i recall very little of the last phew days/ the 'blues' (diazepam) combined with numerous other pills and potions sent me on a merry-go-round of powerful dream states/ they would occur even when, e.g., i would close my eyes briefly while riding the train/ i also have a habit of loosing entire days, unable to remember actual events as they are overwhelmed by powerful opiate hallucinations/ a good example would be the scene in requiem for a dream where the guy fantasies about taking the cops gun at the ice cream kiosk/ the veracity of such hallucinations can be truly remarkable and eclipse prosaic 'real' events/ today've picked up my rx, 'd a few cans of k, bought a bottle of good gin from a brick-a-brack shop for a quid (thats one pound), listened to my latest vinyl purchases, marveling at the sound quality of my system the while/ whilst some find my passion for scary somewhat heroin my lust for music is almost comparable/ will write again this eve. - must check e-bay for interconnects...