Friday, 2 July 2004 1:27:04 AM

Oh what a night

Last night I went to hear jazz at bennet's lane-

and to answer your question, yes I went with Fairlie Pain.

So unlike me, yes i know

but she called me up and asked if id go

At first i did not concede, but I was being such a bore!

I'd already rejected one invitation to see a film on ukranian folklore.

I had to prove a point to the world with all my might

that I could be seen in public at night.

I know that whole scene is really passe, for people who act da fool,

but isnt it so lame its swung around to cool?

At not having a horrific time I did not fail, (exp.!)

not like that time (x2)  I was dragged to the Armadale.

Going out at night is not such a curse

Thus ends my life as a vampire in reverse.

p.s my subconscious is very tempermental, last night i had a nightmare

I dreampt I was going to the deb with nothing to wear!!!!

p.ps im feeling the pressure to be genius now that a critic has finally praised my work...i fear that this attempt is substandard

bennets lane where you hast last night frequent
is this the way madame de frugal likes to have money spent?

pretentious jazz playing to self satisfied audience
give me the armadale anyday for bennetts lane is for to use avoidiance

by the by it is a high on archane theological history that keeps me chipper
so high i was, i almost took to my retina with a toenail clipper

but the time it did march inexorably on
and praise be to allah that this week will soon be gone

f.y.i. sweet ormond college now has a theological basketball court
so in the event of an untimely visit from the messiah, upon his command i can play some sport

i just spoke to sombre katie...she's doped up or dying or something
through her blood the heroin must really be pumping