A Wacky Weekend

I woke up weak, wet and worried on this sorry Sunday, Rosie and some friends came to wine and dine on Saturday. I still had my Spandex boxers on though it’s smelling and soaked I realy need a gig to take me to the kitchen.. I am choked. I used to hate exuberance, excessiveness and egomania; how on earth did I got insane… drowning in insomnia. Do I need a Listerine soaked tissue to clear the mess on my body? Tid-bits and memories of last night might affect my... study. It’s like Dire Straits was having a crazy concert in my head I saw Lunar Craters in the space I used to have my bed. Is this real? I mean the these UFOs and wormholes, or is my eyes drifting away from reality… drunk with bowls? It was a crazy campfire; with friends from Hammond, clearing up the mess was… as hard as almond. I needed some pills to douse the pain I felt after the clean up, I just can’t imagine myself getting so messed up.