I’m trying to remember the bit where Jesus fits in

When the ice is thin you need to walk on your tippy toes who knows what dangers lurk below? Me, me, I know. supermarket trolleys in three foot of ‘cut ‘ dead cats, rats, a few fish? don’t I wish. mostly Irish the navigators ate potaters King Edward variety irony? Christmas day coming up on…

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Distractions

I think you have to click it twice before the light comes on, the dimwit thinks, feck this. a..because he’s Irish or b.. because he doesn’t like to swear. and though he doesn’t like to swear he swears it wasn’t him out there looking through the window shade. I clicked it twice and saw the…

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Dreams

The book of wells like the book of Kells… but deeper. ( is that Irish? ) I fall into them men always do. I ask for no quarter to be given and I’m given a dime time to move on. Seamless we dream more and unconsciously see more. On the alpha wave highway anyway’s a…

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