.disclaimer: see below.

and i woke up and thought:
well this could work...
   i don't know what
   amitriptyline does to me
anymore...
   other than leave a foul
taste in my mouth...
         the liter of whiskey does
much more...
  but... combine that
with naproxen (500mg)
   taken just before falling asleep...
and you can wake up...
feeling comfortably numb...
  the slow war of economics...
opening the sunday newspaper
there's an opioid epidemic
happening in England...
hmm...
   curious...
naproxen being
an  anti-inflammatory
pain-killer...
             so... what if
all these anti-depressants
are not really working...
    and you could take
one  anti-inflammatory
drug, like naproxen
   before going to bed?
  ****, works for me,
i fall asleep and wake up
like a pink floyd song...
the current problem in
england, with opioids?
i'll list the usual suspects:
co-codamol,
            tramadol,
             co-dydramol,
         dihydrocodeine,
   fentanyl...
once again...
  naproxen is an:
     anti-inflammatory...
i don't even know
what amitriptyline is...
but... you know...
me dumb-dumb...
        i'm all for experimenting...
psst...
it's apparently an
           anti-psychotic...
         and an anti-depressant...
so it's multi-task
   NHS approved
variety of paracetamol...
or... something...
  but what if...
   an anti-inflammatory
  drug, like naproxen
could be used instead
   of anti-depressants to
sooth the symptoms of
depression...
       hell...
i said and i'm the one
experimenting
            on myself...
    500mg of the stated drug?
eh...
       paracetamol
just doesn't do me any good...
but always before falling
asleep...
   and it's not even a sense
of a comforting numbness...
more...
             a vacancy...
anyway...
   it's good that
i'm experimenting
                       on myself...
so... is there any need for
                          a disclaimer?
what i'm waiting for
is someone to come up with
the term: chemo-phobia...
or akin...
       a phobia of chemistry...
because what other cure
is there and to boot a bottle
of shampoo...
   ****... banned...
alcohol... frowned upon...
   reality ******* t.v.?
  movies...
that's it...
   oh... right... jogging...
people will be people and
will always find their own
          nieche outlet
for whatever existential angst
is budding in them...
me? beer, walk...
   one tree is already
          premature in showing off
her spring bloom...
  eager *******-she...
or... how else to personify
                        a tree...
right...
             hermaphrodite...
children of the titan's daughter
aphrodite...
      no.... i'm not feeling
                    this        "poem",
thos: pooem.

ah... but i'm starting
to feel something:
                
   whoever gesaffelstein
  is?
               i'm all for viol...
and...
   that's the sort of "back in the day"
youtube jukebox
  was like...
     when the ******* algorithm
did "my bidding"
  or spewing out decent
obscurities...
   along with something
by die sonne satan,
die krupps,
            or vomito *****...

too many said too many
   basic things,
the perverts hooked in,
and now...
   the great jukebox is ******...
although...
once in a while...
you get to experiences
glitches forward to the past
style of experiences...

   no point talking at this point,
devil make my idle hands
itchy,
         neurotic anti-typos...

drop a white pill,
   and, sooner rather than later...
your writing becomes
tinged with something
     akin to non-pharma
experimental science...

  the overinflated meaning of words?
the rat entered the maze
and started to nibble
on its tail...
      wow... like discovering
h'america in a can of sardines...

    old continent,
year zero...
            and... like...
every rap song in the mainstream
without the word yeah,
or um in it?

maybe this anti-inflammatory
drug only works
   to tease a flamboyant
       nonchalance of utilizing
language with alcohol?
     no no...
    not a chance in hell...
              you need the music;

(gesaffelstein - viol)...
      oh sure sure...
        i'll just sooth my self-worth
by saying i listen to
nothing but classical music
or jazz...
                    that would...
   never' work.
    (psst...
apostrophe...
the upper comma...
implying...
  well... not possessing something
outside the plural,
in Ęgleash...
    ****** began life hanging,
he's going to remain hanging
like a christmas tree bulb,
he will be,
  made,
    implied,
to,
         state,
     a,
    quicksucessionofwordsinasentence...

otherwise?
   you want the german
spelling
   of complex compounded words...
of the chemical name?
oh... right... almost forgot:                                 )