doin' g'd tho' n'er smoking skunk again/ whoever grows it these days's got some sort of insanity wish/ i've n'er smoked anything so phenomenally powerful/ i was rooted to my seat yet travelling at high and heavy speeds through my head/ i had had several large whiskies and six pints and cannabis and alcohol is always a heady combination but this was something else/ in fact i've been refusing spliffs for a while so that i'm not used to it would also have contributed but whatever the reasons i'm back to complete skunk abstinence/ hash is fine, weed is fine but skunk, which was evil and strong when i used to sell it 10 years ago is now a hellhound from somewhere unpleasant/ my mates daughter, whose 18, smokes the stuff all day (such access is not always a good thing) and is entering the same monged, paranoid state that characterised my late teens and early 20's/ put it down kids, put it down...

an E-gurd day/ drinking bier and listening to van morrison's astral weeks on the deck/ 'tis a sublime album which i recommend unreservedly to anyone/ hummm.../ youtube.com/billyshitcheese goes well/ youtube it is certainly a fine place to discover and rediscover music/ i know there're many who feel it robs artists but since discovering youtube i've rekindled my love of vinyl and've spent several thousand GBP on albums i'd've not bought otherwise/ thus i feel it is an excellent advertising tool/ moreover there has, since the days of cassette recorders, existed the means to rob an artist (or, more pertinently, the record companies, man)/ anyway...

woke with wonderful energy this dawn after slender booze intake yester/ a very marvelous thing indeed/ listening takaaki itoh, we are the attack, a sledgehammer filled with subtlety/ drinking coffee/ i make very good coffee/ reading poetry review and private eye/ no work today so back to the writing/ oh and must to e- for are-ex at some then/ mup.../

doin' 'k'/ sun. night supper at v-'s with his family, mine and much wine and whiskey/ later, the company whittled down to me, c- and v-, c- bust out the c and we sniffed that hell till about 3am, plus whiskey and hashish/ 'twas over-fine/ then teetered home, slept and was whipped by a fair coke comedown the yester/ a beer at luncheon helped to ease then to e- fur are-ex then work till 2100/ got home around 2215, ate and went to bed, dreamt vividly and woke at 1030 this day feeling kms restored/ nice/

good day yester/ 'd fun reducing an absurd fool to size/ i have a problem, i know, trying to address issues with my father by pouncing on anyone i see the same bullish qualities in/ h'ever it is fun & they do deserve it (no one has the right to treat anyone like a twat simply because they're in a certain postion (and certainly not a manager in some meagre outfit))/ anyway, he's now a puppy, so all good/ yester morning just as i was 'out' hendrix, are you experienced and van morrison, astral weeks (both lavish 180gm reproductions) arrived, so i'd that as carrot for the day/ h'ever when returned home was so tired had supper and bed/ thus today must be of drinking and ekooting, nah?/ listening slick rick, adult song/

friday...in spite of my recent 'abstinence' started fair early yester, the whiskey and then a pint/ then a pre-lunch drink with father and an excellent lunch tho' i fell asleep at the table near the close/ slept prolifically thereafter, rising at 0845 this morn. to the bell of the postman with beastie boys, paul's boutique in paw/ my dad gave me some dollar for stiches yester so i'm reallocating funds to the vinyl cause/ 'tis pissing down this day/ might work on some poecy later/ 've to work all day and till late tomorrow so i'm'a make up some mix tapes (yes, tapes) to consume en route to and from/ vice/

turned up eff-(you-ommlaat)-aah work this good eve but was informed 'twas not my shift, tho' i'd worked one half hour by the clock-point they realised so ''ll be paid for that/ listening twain burning spear, traveling/ father taking us for lunch of-main/ sh'd be nice (in a sense, perhaps...whom of us ever kens, eh?)/ hm.../ drinking tyskie, a rather pleasant eastern euro. brew after small whiskey, 10cls, 4 units, 100mls, whichever/ i'm allowed no more as hyde (or 'cunt') i become (apparently...i can n'er remember)/ zummm.../