Regrettable Roommate

Unhealthy human body, fighting its owner, in need of a Goldsmith months of hygiene malpractice, now counting as the sixth, his blanket of microflora possesses a morgue beneath weeks without touching water, despite the pretense quite stealth one, five, seven, nine; already getting umpteenth. From 03:18am to 20:16 hours; the evidence of my anger’s width awful smell, recites loud acrostics from low esteem teeth and the rate of hang-over vomitus, beats any myth, last month was 89; already 83, ten days later, is this filth my mathematics can’t be wrong, rent expires on the fifteenth.