Sacrifice a pleasant morning 

For a fucked up night?

I think no

but it's nice to have 

your share of 

afternoon delights

strictly Starland-

I don't get

the concept of 

studio quartets 


I'll take bacon

with my eggs

-these are my morning


Come midday 

I'm still asleep

come midnight

I'm high on 


or darjeeling

depending on where

I wake that evening

depending on

which Waugh

novel I'm reading

I'm poor

I pour the

creamy milk 


or my china

may crack

What horror!


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