ov o-wokon from a very noyse knap, hm, owpeeates...early eve light pastel soft the air easy...burn in the chest but aside from that all heaven'y, nah neam?

indeed, so apropos of wot eye woz saying, i intend to clarify myself, to clean up by 30, or i will tire of my lifestyle/ i've always taken things to extremes, anything i try i have to take to its utmost, and i mean not just poisons but exercise (weights, running, cycling), academia, cooking, music/hi-fi, everything that has ever tickled my fancy (!) i've done till it's no longer pleasurable/ i just have to/ thus my post-rave caining must, logically, come to a creative end/ there are two ways i can end it: 1) replace it with some other obsession or 2) work on the root of my obsessing and have done with that/ the former will allow me extreme pleasure and pain; the latter a calmer more rounded life/ the difficulty with 1) is that it cannot be contrived/ for a new obsession to take hold it must be something i naturally acquire a taste for/ weight lifting, e.g., is something i would never have thought i've taken too but i'd had a bad back from playing rugby for years till my brother suggested weights/ painful back and weights sounds inimical but oh my droogs twas sheer bliss, better than any massage or physiotherapy/ i used to groan with pleasure feeling specific muscles which'd pained me being worked out, stretched, the build-up of toxins breaking down, the blood starting to flow, the muscles strngthening and developing/ within a few weeks my back pain'd gone completely and i've not heard from it to this day/ a strong back knows no pain/ anyhoo, w'k'n' on boring marketing copy $z 'n' scentz, drinking tyskie larger

yeah so...really got into partying too much this wk/ tues ngt an impromptu party came about at a nearby friends house, they having found some e that'd been hanging round for years/ thus i dj'd and 6 of us partied till sun up/ then the next day spent in a darkened room and slept the night through and on thurs morn en root to rx procured 35cl whiskey/ got home, drank it, watched heathers, rolled a joint and then on auto pilot i to house of m whereat parteed hartie/ then home where i continued alone, rolling jayz and watching clockwork orange/ went to bed around 0140 tho couldn't sleep, eventually getting off around 0600/ then up at 1000, to shop for fine coffee and fresh baguette and now working on some moneyed shit, nah mean?/

f'n' 'k'/ only 1/2 btl rouge and 1 sbliv yester so vivid dreams and am become purpose on waking/ went to cafe, made some skriblz and 've jus' put the finishing touches to an article/ 've not written po-e-see or an instantiation of the short story in a few moons/ will try and stick to moderate drinkling dark-w-ling (dahling?)/ any-route, must dash...