Oooh you're a naughty mess

feeling a dameron run-in, consequence of an intricate rainbow trout replica, nose slightly blocked/ whiskey is a cruel mistress/ any-who, albert collins, in love witcha, coming from my speakers/ have to go to e- for are-ex soon tho' snow falls outside/ looking for a job as freelance work is currently nowhere and i can't muster the enthusiasm to make money from letter writing and researching shitty articles for frog-fucker bi-monthly, and-set/ thinking about becoming a disc rider for radion (platon?), d'course/ i just have shit for ambition, any career i might have deemed desirable sullied by the detestable morons who inhabit them/ that plus an opposition to work engendered by a long running loathing of my father makes me a hopeless and frustrated consequence of my circumstances/ weak, you say?/ d'course/ admitting my failings glibly to defer responsibility?/ perhaps/ do i care?/ at some level (if that means anything, which is probably doesn't)/ n'er mind...oh and http://www.youtube.com/billyshitcheese