Everyday Occasion

Yeah, so I looked in the looking glass, not much there to write home about except the cardiac veins, they stand out, and, of course, the Caligula face pack. In the blanket battlefield, crumpled sheets askew, the dishwasher blonde spreads like pale blood on the pillow. I could use a shave, but what the hell; she wallows in cheap paste, resplendent diamante; so fetch down that Capodimonte statuette of the Virgin Mary, Luigi, I feel an occasional prayer coming on. Yeah, so, beat retreat, uncork the breakfast bourbon; in the gut swills and gets to murdering pain; jams a little juice to get me on the road again...