rose at 0300 'ving 'd some kip and feeling uh-wake, innit?/ so got un-down, made food, put on cap. beefheart, 25th century quaker and poured wine into a glass/ 'tis fu'k-m's E-m-you, gig-os?/ off to the rest spot of parental structures with the alba in hours few, accompanied also theoretically, potenitally and-set, &set by my brother tho.'s lassitude is become so acute i fear he may not make it/ vell, a ver, as billy S burroughs was so fond of writing in his letters/ as ever, he also liked to write/ i think he thought it quite droll, and to teenagers, indeed to this then teen, he certainly was/ wot else...my blues channel swells and burgeons tho' the orb, blue room, is currently pulsing gently through my speakers, easy.../ the sik-nz wasp-ejaculated twain beaucoup to carry so i un-up'd mlz twain-century and smiled as my bones filled with sickly (tho' 'thick' w'd ov s'n'd'd n'c'r) green warmth/ bizat (or the hungarian rhap. no. 2, horowitz, carneige hall, 1953/ eh-koot and be amazed)/ uno lust...

a quote from one of the few people worth reading:

few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions which differ from the prejudices of their social environment. most people are even incapable of forming such opinions.

albert einstein

maintaining at 12.5mls/ felt it yester, the sickness, so got a can post-pharm. visit and then drank pretty steadily all day/ attempted to go out and meet someone for a drink around 1945 ow-ers but woke at 0035 fully clothed and passed out upon the bed at home, alba sleeping soundly the-by/ then slept till 0630, rising in the dark with no hangover and no apparrent sickness/ iggy, loose on the aural box/ oh and the cap.'s mirrorman on 180 gm virgin vinyl arrived par post this jour/ it is a truly excellent album, the opening 19.00 minute track a real blues though off-beat and a serious indication of things to come/ i'm educating myself extensively in the blues before investing in trout mask replica/ drinking wine and building my blues-channel/

down to 12.5mls and feeling some symptoms of sickness/ h'ever they're nothing compared to what i've experienced in the past and at this rate i should be opiate free by early next year/ w-who!/

good day at a german fair drinking strong cider and beer and eating (precocious-child)-(the-most-terrible) covered in bitter-german/ vyse/ now home and drinking an award winning taxi-um...no (sorry, cabernet) sauv. that's taking strips off my town-g/ my blues collection grows in strength/ that's it though some acid would've certainly perked up the fairground lights (but wouldn't it always?)/ booooing...