Oooh you're a naughty mess

all is well/ family took us out for supper yester then home for a few btls rouge and an early night/ got up, jo malone-d my shop front and feel one-line-twain human/ coltrane, black pearls, is currently wearing in the cabling of my super super budget deck/ the cartridge i salvaged from the wreckage of my years of serious addiction is worth ten times more than the deck arm and cart. together (at original typical selling price (tsp)) but together with a budget phono-stage and some 1/2 decent speakers it sounds pretty fucking great/ i had to drag myself away from mozart's cosi fan tutti or i wouldn't've got to bed before the sky cast a glow on the city, it's roofs, it's walls.../ off to fill rx soon, no 'blues' and the to maplin (a budget electronics store) for a kettle lead for my printer so i can sell some fucking articles and get some more vinyl/ my stash used to be around the grand mark but now hovers around 500/ yester h'ever i received iggy pop, the idiot, in pristine condition and so annoyed everyone with repeated playings of nightclubbing/